A Wife's Control [( Moirae & subilicious69 )]
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				Title: <strong>A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 12:00:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/iconofroses/SerenaWade-2.png)</div> This was the last straw.&nbsp; Serena Wade nearly screamed as she stood in the entry of the kitchen's backdoor, grasping so hard onto the handle of her briefcase that her knuckles were white, and stared at the utter chaos before her.&nbsp; The kitchen hadn't been like this when she'd left this morning.&nbsp; It'd been spotless, just as she liked it.&nbsp; Now, signs of her husband's foraging were clear -- a discarded pan in the sink (not even soaking!), dishes left on the counter, empty beer cans left on the table, scuff marks marred her beautiful and expensive tiled floor.&nbsp; And was that... <em>No.</em>&nbsp; Her jaw clenched as her eyes narrowed on the dotted trail of ketchup leading from the kitchen and down the hallway, likely to the living room where she could just barely hear sounds of a football game.&nbsp; In typical fashion Bradley Wade hadn't given a damn.&nbsp; <br><br>Uncharacteristically Serena tossed her briefcase onto the table and slammed the kitchen door shut behind her.&nbsp; Sharply her thin heels clicked on the tile as she swiftly strode from the kitchen and headed for the living room, loosening the Italian silk scarf from her neck as she went.&nbsp; Any other day she would've taken at least a few moments to enjoy the decor of their home -- the high priced, two story colonial manor in the exclusive community that they'd outright paid for, decorated with furnishings that had cost nearly a quarter of what had been a very generous six figure salary.&nbsp; While they'd made equal in earnings and had once invested in their futures together, much to her despair, she was seemingly now the only one who cared about their present and future.&nbsp; When was the last time he'd even bothered to see how her day went?&nbsp; Likely just as long as he'd bothered to bring her to orgasm -- eons.&nbsp; <br><br>That was all going to change, she mused as she stepped into the doorway of the living room.&nbsp; There he was, just as she'd suspected -- propped on the couch, his "comfort" food spread out over the three thousand dollar coffee table and his dirty boots propped up right beside them.&nbsp; He seemed completely absorbed in the football game that roared in front of him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Had he even heard her come home?&nbsp; Her full mouth briefly pinched as her arms crossed under the generous swell of her breasts, the Italian silk of her suit shifting alluring over the curves of her sweetly curved, full figured body.&nbsp; Serena had never been skinny or slender in her life, but she was healthy, attractive and knew she took very good care of herself.&nbsp; It baffled her that she could solicit numerous affair offers and yet seemed to fail at enticing her husband the last few years.<br><br>Purposely she waited, watching the game until she knew that moment would be coming -- the great highlight of the game that no sports fan ever wanted to miss.&nbsp; She'd overheard so many of these blasted games to recognize when one was coming; she could tell just by the way her husband's shoulders were starting to tense, he was sitting a little straighter in the couch.&nbsp; The game announcer was getting excited.&nbsp; There should have been a commercial by now.&nbsp; The announcer's tone grew louder, quicker; on the television set she could see the team moving out of the huddle.&nbsp; The play -- the last of the game according to the clock -- was going to start. <br><br>Clearing her throat, Serena came forward from the doorway.&nbsp; In the blink of an eye, she swooped in to the television, plucking up the remote and descending the game into utter blackness before a word of protest could be said.&nbsp; With steel glinting in her eyes, she spun on her heel to face her husband and block the darkened set, the remote held captive in her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>"Brad.&nbsp; We need to talk.&nbsp; <em>Now.</em>"&nbsp; Barely controlled fury bubbled in her voice, came through in the hard stance of her body, and yet her voice barely raised beyond a cold, murderous whisper.&nbsp; If he thought a simple apology for the kitchen was going to get him out of it this time he had another thing coming... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 14:05:21</strong>
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				It had been a quite wonderful day.&nbsp; A hard and fast start in the office, phone calls made, prospects settled, sales made, job done.&nbsp; It had been such a successful day that Brad had rewarded himself by taking the afternoon off.&nbsp; Just to keep the powder dry for tomorrow, of course there was no need to keep going when you had completed a weeks business in little more than a few hours.&nbsp; And of course there was the little matter of some early evening football, and that wouldn't watch itself!<br><br>So he'd taken his business partner Jay and secretary Justine out for a pub lunch by way of celebration and thanks.&nbsp; It had indeed been a grand days work!&nbsp; And of course it wouldn't have done to have excluded their pretty little secretary.&nbsp; Not only did she brighten the place up, but it was a tremendous ego massage, every time she batted her eyelids at him, trying desperately though unsuccessfully to tempt him to avail himself of her tight, pert little body.<br><br>But his days of philandering had long passed.&nbsp; The fire in their marriage may have been dulled with time, and he may have grown bored with their descent into push button sex, so much so that he hardly bothered her for it anymore, but she was still his wife, and he still wouldn't go so far as to cheat on her.&nbsp; Well, not yet, anyway.&nbsp; So it was harmless fun to flirt with this pouty little princess, and to occasionally pleasure himself to thoughts of what positions and tricks that flexible little body was capable of.<br><br>It was with a belly full of red meat and wine that Brad finally sloped off home at 3pm, only interrupting his stroll to occasionally admire himself in several reflective shops windows on the way.&nbsp; He certainly wasn't afraid to admit that he still had "it".&nbsp; Maybe he did eat like a pig from time to time and certainly enjoyed a drink or two, but he still hit the gym a couple of times a week, and played weekly five-a-side football to make sure he kept on his toes physically.&nbsp; His hair was of a fashionable mid-length and his high cheek bones and strong jaw ensured that he maintained his boyish good looks and charm.&nbsp; Even if he was a little crinkled and wrinkled around the edges now.<br><br>Brad had a good early afternoon drunk on him by the time he made it back to his and Serena's plush abode, so he stripped naked, dumping his clothes every which way, and collapsed on their king-size four-poster bed to sleep it off before his evening enjoyments began.<br><br>It was gone 6pm when he eventually awoke, disorientated and unsure of what day it was or whom he was, and he realised that the match was just kicking off.&nbsp; He chucked on jeans and a t-shirt and ran downstairs sockless, almost slipping on their beautifully polished floor as he ran.&nbsp; He quickly pulled on his boots before he had an accident, failing to realise that she hadn't cleaned them as he had expected.&nbsp; He flicked on their widescreen tv just as the commentators were announcing the teams.&nbsp; He sighed with relief that there had been a delay.&nbsp; He would have been very angry with himself if he'd missed any of the action!&nbsp; Realising that he was starving he raced to the kitchen and threw four rashers of bacon in the pan and a couple of eggs, and after frying them up nicely he completely smothered them in ketchup.&nbsp; A meal fit for a king, he thought to himself.&nbsp; He grabbed a bag of potato chips and a couple of cans of beer to wash it all down with and raced back to the lounge, unaware that he was dangling the bottle of squeezy ketchup upside down in his overloaded arms.&nbsp; He spread all out before him and settled into his cosy nest to enjoy the game.<br><br>It was during the last five minutes of the contest that he heard his wife's key in the lock followed by the front door slamming shut.&nbsp; She had probably had a bad day again and ol' Bradley would be bearing the brunt of it as usual.&nbsp; And she hadn't even called out hello to him as she came in.&nbsp; Who did she think she was?&nbsp; Well, Brad decided that he wasn't going to rise to it.&nbsp; He took a long pull on his can of beer, placed it back directly on the table, deliberately away from the coaster, and sat stock still, as deeply engrossed in the game as he could be.&nbsp; He was pulled out of his reverie by the swift and sharp click-clacking of her heels as she strode down the hallway.<br><br>The game itself was finely poised.&nbsp; It was 1-1 in a tight and fiercely contested local derby and had been a hugely enjoyable match up.&nbsp; It was into injury time, and just as the clock ticked past 90 minutes, it occurred to Bradley that two whole minutes had passed since Serena had come home, nearly knocking the door from it's hinges and slamming her bag down.&nbsp; An alarm bell went off dully at the back of his mildly inebriated brain, the staccatto pounding of her heels echoing down the hall providing accompaniment to the alarms wail.&nbsp; Even if she was in a bad mood this was odd.&nbsp; He couldn't make sense of it.&nbsp; He listened intently, lowering the volume slightly, and almost imagined he could hear her breathing (surely he couldn't be hearing this above the commentators incessant rattle?), but still he would not call out or turn around.<br><br>With barely 30 seconds of the match left, his team were awarded a penalty, which if scored would win them the game.&nbsp; Teetering on the edge of his seat, and as tense as a coiled spring, Brad forgot all about his enraged wife.<br><br>He froze as she stormed forward, snatched the remote and plunged the match into darkness.<br><br>His eyes were wide with surprise and Brad found that he couldn't utter a word.&nbsp; He sat frozen to the spot as she icily addressed him, ketchup dried into the corner of his mouth. He didn't blink, and he could not think, he only sat there captivated and not a little afraid.<br><br>"Oh-oh-oh-okay Serena", he murmured, feeling dazed and confused, chills running down his spine."Wh-What about...?".
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 10:45:39</strong>
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				"Bloody hell, Brad, wipe your mouth," she nearly hissed and had to fight not to roll her eyes heavenward, inwardly wincing that she'd sworn in the first place.&nbsp; Serena forced herself to take a deep, slow breath, refusing to let her temper get the best of her in this situation.&nbsp; Step one had been easily accomplished: she had his attention firmly on her.&nbsp; Now wasn't the time to waste it, think of backing down or ruining it by not leashing the pint of Irish in her.&nbsp; "We need to talk about us.&nbsp; Our marriage.&nbsp; Your behavior.&nbsp; And a lot of other things... but at this very moment I'm going to say just one word: kitchen."&nbsp; With that word her eyes narrowed by fraction then flickered pointedly at the trail of ketchup before back to him.<br><br>"If you think this is me being a little drastic, let me just say it's probably about time.&nbsp; I've tried being subtle, Bradley.&nbsp; I've tried being passive aggressive, outright ignoring behavior and even losing parts of myself in the process.&nbsp; I realize we're both different people than we where five years ago, but... we're not that different.&nbsp; And not to the point where either of us should be unhappy or unsatisfied.&nbsp; So... "&nbsp; Quietly she exhaled, inwardly pleased she'd made it through that without her voice cracking even once.&nbsp; It gave her enough to take the next step and simply say precisely what she wanted and not hold back.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm not going to lecture you on what crap you're in the process of digesting.&nbsp; I'm not even going to remark -- at least tonight -- on that you've been home for quite some time and couldn't even consider maybe making something for dinner.&nbsp; I won't even mention the fresh scuff marks on the new Italian marble that you simply insisted on.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; I'm merely going to give you fifteen minutes to go into our kitchen and put it precisely back to how it was when we both left this morning, and then we can continue."&nbsp; Though her eyes were hard, her tone was surprisingly calm, even soft and gentle as if she were speaking to him with reverence.&nbsp; That she didn't think it wise for him to contradict her was clear in her eyes and stance, however, and when she gave a pointed look down to her small gold and diamond watch.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 11:19:39</strong>
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				Bradley sat there momentarily aghast.&nbsp; What was this vision before him?&nbsp; Surely not his wife?&nbsp; Ordinarily she would have come home, huffed and harried, moaned and groaned, but ultimately she would have kept her mouth shut and tidied the damn kitchen.&nbsp; What had changed?&nbsp; And he could not remember the last time she had allowed an expletive to escape her usually prim and proper mouth.&nbsp; He actually liked the fact that she had sworn, it had reminded him that there was a person in there capable of <em>feeling</em>, something that he had forgotten as she had silently and timidly put up with his wayward behavior in the past.<br><br>And what was she feeling now?&nbsp; The only word that seemed to do her countenance justice was wrath, and this scared Brad in no small way.&nbsp; Unhappy and dissatisfied she had termed herself, but this didn't quite do justice to the ball of angry energy that stood before him.&nbsp; There was hellfire in her eyes, and Bradley realized quickly that damage limitation was required here before... well before things got out of hand.&nbsp; He reached up with the back of his hand and wiped away the errant blob of ketchup.<br><br>"Look, Serena, I'm sorry.&nbsp; It had been a tough day and then I fell asleep upstairs...", his words trailed off before he could dig himself any deeper into the hole he now firmly resided within.&nbsp; As it was, she was not buying his apology one little bit.&nbsp; Even if it was the first time in ages that he actually meant it.&nbsp; Fear had a way of bringing out the best in him it seemed, but it was too late to do him any good.<br><br>What was worrying him more than anything was that although rage and anger were bubbling below the surface, above it she was calm, controlled and confident.&nbsp; He had never seen her so sure of herself and it thoroughly disquieted him.<br><br>The subtle and stern glance at her watch gave Brad all the impetus he needed.&nbsp; Without another word he sprang to his feet and grabbed his debris and detritus from the table.&nbsp; Returning with a cloth he wiped away the remains of his spilled food and beer along with the marks of his boots.&nbsp; Silently working with a thousand thoughts racing through his troubled brain he donned the ill fitting and tight marigold gloves and washed the dishes, took out the trash and wiped all of the surfaces down.&nbsp; He thought he must be mad but he could feel her eyes piercing through him as she silently stood there, breathing evenly as she watched him work.&nbsp; Sweat beaded his brow through a combination of effort and fear.&nbsp; As he filled the bucket with soap and water whilst hunting for the mop, he reflected on what he had been reduced to, but felt powerless to stop.&nbsp; Unable to find the mop he located a scrubbing brush, fell to his hands and knees and furiously scrubbed away at the floor where the trail of ketchup lay dried into the tiles.<br><br>Once finished he stared up at her mutely, his head spinning as he rested panting, crouched on his hands and knees.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 12:03:26</strong>
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				<em>He fell asleep upstairs?</em>&nbsp; The moment the words tripped out of his mouth Serena's brows winged up and her lips pulled into a disapproving line.&nbsp; Perhaps in his luck, however, she didn't say anything and merely let him continue on, her silence remaining even as he disappeared from the room and into the kitchen where his chaos waited for him.&nbsp; She was proud of herself for not having broken her silence.&nbsp; Instead she was trying to focus on what next.&nbsp; She was tackling this a little blindly, barely having skimmed the surface of those websites she'd stumbled over a week ago when the desperation for taking control of this situation began to escalate. <br><br>A quick glance at her watch when he began scrubbing the floor told her he was already past the fifteen minute mark.&nbsp; She had given him a time limit and even though he hadn't finished within it, he had done precisely what she wanted.&nbsp; But... if she started backing down on the little things, wouldn't that just be what she'd been doing?&nbsp; Backing down and not holding her ground.&nbsp; She'd told him fifteen minutes to clean and come back, and that is precisely what she had to hold him to.&nbsp; No more backing down, no more giving in -- not even the slightest.&nbsp; With a quiet exhale of breath, she finally slid off her business jacket and set it neatly to the side, leaving in a dark silk, sleeveless business suit, one of her favorites that made the most of her lushly curved figure.&nbsp; <br><br>When he glanced up at her, she took another peek at her watch and couldn't help the small smirk that briefly played across her mouth.&nbsp; "That took twenty-one minutes.&nbsp; Six less and we might have been able to skip this part.&nbsp; As it is... "&nbsp; The calm tone reflected that what was about to happen next was his own fault, something of his own doing and that she was more pained to carry it out than it would be for him.&nbsp; "Come here to the back of the couch and bend over," she instructed quietly even though her heart was racing, almost furiously pounding against her chest.&nbsp; "You're lacking discipline in your life, Brad.&nbsp; I'm coming to realize that perhaps you always have, and that is something that desperately needs to be corrected.&nbsp; You'll get a swat for every minute you went beyond the expected time.&nbsp; Another for each hour you slept upstairs today."&nbsp; <br><br>She gave a light pat to the back of the sofa and patiently waited for him to come hither.&nbsp; "... And just how long did you nap for earlier?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 12:51:40</strong>
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				As he crouched, panting and feeling slightly ridiculous and emasculated still wearing his gloves, Bradley mentally chastised himself for revealing his mid-afternoon nap.&nbsp; This was surely going to further infuriate Serena and she already seemed to be wobbling on the edge here.&nbsp; He was going to have to get a better control on his mouth if he was to get through what was beginning to feel like an interrogation.&nbsp; The problem was, instead of rearing up and fighting back, he felt more or less entirely subdued.&nbsp; He almost couldn't bring himself to look into her beautiful eyes.&nbsp; For months he had in a way been ignoring them, but now he was consciously avoiding them.&nbsp; It was almost as if she had become possessed, and was no longer the pliable woman whom he had married.<br><br>Then his mind raced back to his sozzled siesta.&nbsp; His heart thumped in his chest and his breathing quickened as a worrying remembrance flooded back into his mind.&nbsp; <em>Hadn't he... no... surely not...? </em>but he was in denial... just before he slept, he recalled that he had pulled a copy of Mayfair from the paper bag he had strolled victoriously home with, and stroked himself to orgasm before sleep claimed his drunken frame.&nbsp; <em>Surely he had cleared the evidence away?</em>&nbsp; But he already knew that he was kidding himself.&nbsp; In his minds eye he could see the magazine lying open on the middle page, the featured model (looking uncannily like the spitting image of his secretary Justine...) lounging seductively across purple velvet cushions, the magazines staples decorating her pretty nipples as she licked her lips seductively.&nbsp; And most damning of all was the cum filled tissue he just knew was lying right beside her!&nbsp; He shook his head defeatedly.&nbsp; At first his biggest worry had been Serena finding the £50 betting slip nestled in his work trousers back pocket.&nbsp; That now seemed like chicken feed to the picture that was painted upstairs.<br><br>Still, he felt satisfied that she must be happy with the job he had done on the kitchen.&nbsp; It simply hadn't occurred to him that she would be so strict with the time he had taken to complete the job.<br><br>"But... Sh-surely I couldn't have taken more then 15 minutes!&nbsp; It felt less than that!", he stammered, struggling to get a grip of himself (mind nervously wandering back to the grip he had taken of himself earlier that afternoon...), and possessed of an impotent rage that he couldn't control his pathetic groveling.&nbsp; More and more he felt as if he were in a trance, or under a spell.&nbsp; He watched as the jacket slid from her shoulders, his gaze settling on the firm and insistent swell of her breasts, her strong, toned and tanned arms crossed neatly below them, coiled and ready to strike, as her foot tapped on the marble tiles, impatient for his response.<br><br>His jaw dropped as she outlined his punishment.&nbsp; She couldn't be serious? he thought, rippling with shock.&nbsp; Her wicked smile, suggesting that she was enjoying herself and only just getting warmed up alarmed him.&nbsp; Allied with that same clipped and precise, smooth tone, it sweetly but sternly coerced placidity and acceptance from this once volatile Bad Boy.<br><br>He played with the idea of telling her that he had snoozed for just an hour, but he felt that she would see straight through this.&nbsp; As he crawled over to the couch, it somehow not feeling fitting to walk whilst easier to avoid her stare from the floor, he offered "I slept for three hours, give or take a few minutes...", whilst contemplating the tiles as opposed to her castigating stare.<br><br>Brad rose to his feet, and obediently bent over the back of the couch, feeling quite absurd in the process.&nbsp; Most absurd of all was the fact that he couldn't decide whether or not he should remove the gloves.&nbsp; Feeling quite defenseless, he awaited his punishment.<br><br><em>What is happening?</em> he thought pityingly to himself...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 14:32:29</strong>
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				This was going so much better than even she had anticipated.&nbsp; It was positively difficult to hide the thrill that shot through her, grateful that her husband seemed unable to look up at her and was instead focusing on her heel encased feet.&nbsp; Why hadn't she simply taken control much sooner?&nbsp; It was as if Bradley had simply been waiting for her to put her foot down.&nbsp; Or perhaps he was so shocked at the notion?&nbsp; She had spent the better part of the past five years simply bowing to his whims, being so scared of saying anything that would drive him away.&nbsp; And yet here she was feeling quite empowered and privately jumping at just how well this was going.<br><br>The gloves that he kept on, however, drew a quick, small frown to her features.&nbsp; Perhaps it might do well to continue this swing, continue grasp hold of the moment and explain a few new rules.&nbsp; She hadn't intended to go through them tonight, but now seemed as better as the original plan of waiting till the morning.&nbsp; They'd take a few more baby steps tonight instead of just one and two and see how it went.&nbsp; After all, wasn't tonight alone built on deviating from plans?&nbsp; Already she was realizing just how much could happen if she took control of other aspects of her life, too.&nbsp; Perhaps for that alone Brad received the soft praise she murmured to him a moment later.<br><br>"Good boy."&nbsp; It was a double edge compliment.&nbsp; She waited until he was bent over, hands grasping the edge of the couch, before she took a step closer to him and her hands reached to undo the trim, black leather belt from around her waist.&nbsp; "You see, Bradley, right now you're just a boy.&nbsp; A boy requires discipline and boundaries in order to become a man.&nbsp; With that he will learn about respect.&nbsp; Respect for women.&nbsp; Respect for himself.&nbsp; Respect for his wife and his marriage."&nbsp; With each line she drew a step closer to him until her hips were almost touching.&nbsp; She reached under, unsnapping his jeans and lowering the zipper before slowly drawing them down his hips and thighs until his ass was bared to her.&nbsp; "I've been a very bad wife to you, Bradley.&nbsp; Such a horrible wife, I am so sorry."&nbsp; Very lightly she trailed her fingers along his ass cheeks, slid her fore finger down until it brushed along his balls.&nbsp; "But that's about to change."<br><br>Serena would never be able to say just where she found those words.&nbsp; The moment her lips parted they simply came out, inwardly shocking herself at being able to keeping her voice from shaking and so surprised she didn't hear her knees knocking.&nbsp; Exhaling slowly she stepped away from him till she was half an arm's length away and drew her belt between both hands.&nbsp; Her hands were shaking, she realized.&nbsp; Was she really about to do this?&nbsp; She was about to spank her husband!&nbsp; With her belt!&nbsp; And he... he was waiting for it.&nbsp; He'd crawled to it and oh, God, she couldn't deny just how much that'd made her stomach flutter.&nbsp; The image of this now had herself growing warm.&nbsp; This... this was going to change everything.&nbsp; <br><br>Sharply she inhaled a deep breath and said, "Count each one and say, 'I'm sorry, Serena, I want to be a man.' You have fifteen coming -- six for going over fifteen minutes, one for taking a nap plus three for the time, and five for not respecting myself, women, our marriage, our house, or yourself.&nbsp; If you miscount or fail to repent correctly we start over."&nbsp; She put the control of how many he truly received in his hands and yet did so in such a tricky way.&nbsp; Her finger tips tightened around the belt and her heart slammed into her chest.&nbsp; She couldn't take her eyes off her husband's ass exposed there, couldn't believe what she was ... <br><br><em>Smack</em>! The first strike of the belt fell angled across his left cheek.&nbsp; The trembling only grew in her hand.&nbsp; She waited a full three seconds after he counted before the second strike came, this time across his right.&nbsp; They weren't hard slaps, but they weren't light either, leaving faint streaks of red where the leather came down.&nbsp; Purposely between each snap of the belt and his count she waited three to five seconds; it wasn't until the first time he misspoke did she finally stop trembling and take a step away.&nbsp; She almost thought about retreating, saying that was enough and let them be done with it.&nbsp; <br><br>"Stay."&nbsp; <br><br>She wasn't gone for more than a minute, stepping away into the nearby bathroom and coming back with a bottle of lotion in hand.&nbsp; A generous amount was applied to his ass from the squirt top and she slathered it on slowly, her fingers gently kneading the lotion into his ass cheeks.&nbsp; The remainder was wiped down along his thigh that she patted before stepping back away.<br><br>"Remember, we start over," was all she murmured before snapping the belt across both ass cheeks.&nbsp; She kept the snaps at a moderate level, though now and then simply let the leather fly hard and harsh across his flesh, and tried to keep alternating just where the belt landed.&nbsp; Sometimes she managed to keep aim, other times it went wild and would strike where it'd already freshly fallen.&nbsp; Still she kept pausing in between each strike, though as he got higher in number she drew the pauses out, rubbing more lotion into his cheeks and just once rubbing her hand down along the length of his cock.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 15:33:37</strong>
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				Laying prone over the couch, Bradley felt something he hadn't ever experienced in his life up until now.&nbsp; The only way he could describe it was as a thrilling shame.&nbsp; He knew what was coming, and yet he felt powerless to stop it.&nbsp; Scratch that, he did not <em>want </em> to stop it.&nbsp; Often in the times of yore when he was frequently physically active with Serena, he imagined her to be somebody else just to get himself over the line.&nbsp; Now it appeared that she had truly made the transformation.<br><br>As she patronizingly humbled him, calling him a good boy, he trembled with anticipation but remained silent.&nbsp; Feelings of humiliation and indignation fought within his breast, and he did not know how to respond to her belittling treatment of him.&nbsp; He firmly gripped the couch as he heard the swish of her belt being pulled loose from it's loops.&nbsp; As she seductively lectured him, the words dripping from her tongue like honey, he could only respond "Yesss Serena...", understanding the need to essentially be seen and not heard at this stage.&nbsp; She really was treating him as if he were a naughty boy!<br><br>He could feel her presence behind him, threateningly close.&nbsp; He gasped as she unclasped his levis, pulled on his zip and swished them down to his ankles, denuding his fair and firm buttocks.&nbsp; In spite of his growing horror and shame, he felt the first signs of a tingling interest from his exposed loins, though he was aware hat she had little interest in his manhood right at this moment.&nbsp; The interest grew ever more urgent as she traced and teased her finger delicately around his nether regions.&nbsp; <br><br>As she gave him his instructions he became confused over how many strokes he was to receive.&nbsp; He was about to question her, but again he held his tongue, fearing doubling his punishment with an interruption.&nbsp; He gripped the couch ever tighter and braced himself.<br><br>ONE - Ah...&nbsp; I'm sorry Serena, I want to be a man...<br>TWO - oooohhhhh - I'm sorry Serena, I want to be a man...<br><br>She was starting lightly with him, which was a relief, but this was definitely closer to pain than pleasure!<br><br>Three - nnnggghhh - I'm sorry Serena, I want to be a man...<br>Four - ooohhhh ow - I'm sorry Serena, I want to be a man...<br>Five - aagghh - I'm sorry Serena, I want to be a man...<br>He counted the sixth, but in his mounting pain and shame, Bradley neglected to repeat her mantra of repentance.<br><br>When she stepped away, he wondered if he had served his punishment and was being let off.&nbsp; When she slowly snaked her oiled hand over his posterior he sighed with pleasure at her wonderful touch, gratefully accepting her soft and tender ministrations.<br><br>When she resumed her assault, it was all he could do to keep the tears from his eyes.&nbsp; He counted each lash, and repeated his pityful mantra after each, feeling thankful when she hesitated giving him extra recovery time, but then screaming in pain when she focussed too frequently on a particularly raw portion of his glowing pink ass.<br><br>Despite the mounting pain, he found that his faint interest of earlier had steadied into a full blown erection.&nbsp; This was certainly not the reaction he had expected her spanking him to produce.&nbsp; The thoughtful and almost caring manner with which she had administered the beating had helped, but it was when she slid her hand along his hardening shaft that he really went into overdrive.&nbsp; His over-riding need was to take her roughly then and there.&nbsp; But a line had been drawn in the sand, and he felt powerless to make such an assault.&nbsp; Positions had been switched, and as he lay prostrate, bent over the couch, his ass tingling, his excited cock swaying between his legs, he realised that they would never switch back again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 22:24:09</strong>
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				Serena's lips curved into a smile as she watched his reactions, felt her body shiver and tremble in response.&nbsp; She might have been a little worried at just how much he was crying out, but the growing erection told a different story.&nbsp; The fact that he didn't once go flying off the couch spoke volumes.&nbsp; It was the erection, however, that held her more fascinated, unable to shake the feminine satisfaction of knowing just why he was so hard and throbbing and at the hand of who.&nbsp; Slowly she closed the bit of distance between them, crouching down to run the coiled belt up along the inside of his legs and thighs, her head turning for her lips to ever so briefly brush along the inside of each thigh before her eyes focused once more his hardened penis.&nbsp; <br><br>The leather belt cupped in her hand like a whip she ran it down the length of his erect shaft and let the very tip of her nails lightly trail upward in the return.&nbsp; Oh, he was throbbing and that felt so very good to feel in the palm of her hand.&nbsp; When was the last time she'd really had him like this?&nbsp; In the first year of their marriage?&nbsp; Feeling him like this now had her own throb intensify.&nbsp; This was more than empowering, it was intensely arousing and quickly addicting.&nbsp; But... to give him that pleasure right away, even when she wanted it herself, seemed unfair when she thought about all the times he hadn't seemed to care about her orgasm and only his own.&nbsp; <br><br>"No cumming," she whispered, her breath hot against his inner thighs.&nbsp; "You're not allowed to cum tonight.&nbsp; You're not allowed to cum unless I give you permission to."&nbsp; She released him from her hand and gave his inner thigh a light snap of the leather belt.&nbsp; This felt too good to stop now.&nbsp; Stepping away, she squirted more lotion on her hand and gave his abused ass a long, gentle rub with the lotion, fingers idly slipping down along his crevice and stroking along his balls at seemingly every chance they got until her hands were mostly cleared and then running down the outside of his thighs.&nbsp; She had to admit part of her was admiring his handiwork on his ass cheeks and couldn't deny the shiver the sight sent through her.&nbsp; <br><br>"It's time to explain a few new rules."&nbsp; On a purely wicked thought Serena teased a finger along his anal hole, pressed in ever so slightly.&nbsp; "Rule one is that you're taking some responsibilities around the house -- chores to be completed on a daily schedule.&nbsp; First and foremost is that you are now responsible for seeing to breakfast and dinner in this house, seven days a week.&nbsp; Before leaving for work in the morning you must also ensure the house is clean, tidy and presentable.&nbsp; Being late for work is not an option.&nbsp; In the morning you'll find a precise daily chore list.&nbsp; There will be daily inspects and you will be disciplined should a task fail to meet my standard; it will be a greater punishment if the task is not done at all."&nbsp; A little more her finger pressed in up to the first knuckle and she slowly circled it inside of him before pressing in further to the larger knuckle and then quickly withdrawing before starting the slow process all over again.<br><br>"The second rule is that from this point on you have no rights or privileges.&nbsp; Using the car, watching the tele, having an orgasm, going to the pub after work, eating lunch out instead taking a packed lunch with you.&nbsp; You have to earn those, just like a good boy would."&nbsp; Steadily now she was working her finger into him, not once going past her middle knuckle and keeping a steady eye on precisely how he was reacting.&nbsp; "To this effect brings in rule three.&nbsp; All discipline will be seen to promptly and solely decided upon me.&nbsp; Your actions alone depend on the severity.&nbsp; There will, however, be maintenance," her lips quirked with the word and this time she slid her finger all the way into him and then pumped it slowly back and forth.&nbsp; "Issued on every Wednesday promptly at six o'clock."&nbsp; <br><br>Then quite suddenly she stepped away, pulling her finger out with a light slap to his red streaked rear.&nbsp; "Any questions can wait until after I've gone up for a bath, and am sincerely hoping to see something resembling dinner ready when I come back down.&nbsp; I'm also going to close my eyes when I walk through the bedroom, but I trust when I go back out there won't be anything I wouldn't want to see.&nbsp; I'll be back in an hour," the last words murmured before she walked out of the living room, her heart racing, and calmly headed upstairs to do precisely what she said she would and take a bath.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 09:20:40</strong>
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				Realising that she had finished his chastisement, Bradley almost stood straight, an urge building inside him to hide his poor hurting posterior.&nbsp; Something inside him knew better though, so he remained in his prone position, bent over the couch, his ass red with her lashes being admired by its abuser.&nbsp; And wasn't that exactly how he felt?&nbsp; Abused and humiliated?&nbsp; She had patronized him with her good boy comment, and then proceeded to spank him as of he were a naughty child.&nbsp; But what had he done to stop it?&nbsp; <br><br>Nothing.<br><br>And he had felt her excitement grow, her eagerness for what she was doing.&nbsp; It was almost as if she was only just warming up, and this realisation filled Bradley with fear.<br><br>His breathing quickened as she came in close behind him.&nbsp; His legs going weak as she slid the belt up and down his legs, as he felt her breath on his legs, her lips glancing him.&nbsp; Bradley had always been a wham bang thank you man kind of a lover, with not much time for foreplay and no real experience of the niceties of sex.&nbsp; In the past thirty minutes he felt like he had been dragged kicking and screaming into an entirely new dimension.<br><br>He mewled gently as she coaxingly slid the belt up and along his shaft, and then dragged her nails softly back down it.&nbsp; He felt entirely objectified, but the feeling was an oddly comforting one.&nbsp; She had him tuned to a high pitch, and at that point he would have given anything even to just have her pull him off in her hand.&nbsp; He could tell that she was in a high state of arousal too.&nbsp; She clearly enjoyed this new game that she was playing, and he knew how unfulfilled she was, that she too would be yearning for sweet release.&nbsp; The old Serena would be dragging him to bed by now, but that Serena had left the building, that was for sure.&nbsp; It was as if she were now possessed by a diabolical, demonic and dominant spirit, and he realised that he was going to be made to wait and suffer for any pleasure that he might receive.<br><br>"Aaawwww...", he moaned, like a child denied a favourite past-time, as she listed the pleasures he was to be denied.&nbsp; She had treated and punished him like a child, and he now felt on the verge of making the full transition.&nbsp; He could only degarde himself more if he stomped his feet and threw a paddy., and he wasn't going to go that far yet!&nbsp; What little pride remained in his body would not let him.<br><br>"OW!", he was brought from his inner musings by the crack of her belt.&nbsp; She knew how to keep his attention on track alright.&nbsp; He sighed contentedly as she rubbed more lotion into his stinging ass.&nbsp; He gasped as she slid her finger between his cheeks, but smiled to himself again as she fixated on groping his testicles.&nbsp; Once again, he had that feeling of objectification as she appraised his hurt and glowing bum.<br><br>"Nnngghh...", he winced as she fed her finger slowly and shallowly into his anus.&nbsp; "Oh!... What're you do-nnhh-ing..."...&nbsp; He tried to concentrate on her words, but found this difficult as she invaded him.&nbsp; He had never been penetrated in this way before, even by his own hand, and with this action he felt ever more subjugated by his wife.&nbsp; <br><br>His hands gripped and ungripped the leather couch as she pushed in further, whilst he pushed his face into a cushion and bit down slightly, almost unaware of how he was reacting as she conquered him, milimetre by milimetre.<br><br>"Oh... ahh... uunngghhh....", he whimpered in response as she slid in and out of him, gently fucking him with her finger.&nbsp; He spread his legs to accomodate her attack, awake to the fact that this would put slightly less pressure on himself, before his right leg lifted of the ground quite involuntarily, flicking behind him as she listed the new rules that he was to obey, and explained the chores that he was expected to complete daily.&nbsp; The words were going in, but Bradley was in another realm at this stage.&nbsp; If he could have risen out of his body and observe what was happening to him, what had become of him, he would have passed out from shock.&nbsp; Serena looked positively aglow with confidence, mirth and joy as she fingered him, the beaten once alpha male that now slumped capitulated over their expensve couch.&nbsp; <br><br>Role reversal had never been more emphatic as the scene that now played out between the two.<br><br>It wasn't until the word "Maintenance" issued forth from her lips that Bradley snapped back fully to her words.&nbsp; "Maintenance?", he murmured, confused, his invaded ass now sore from her workings.&nbsp; That had a slightly ominous ring to it, but he thought that right now, qustioning of her would not be expected.&nbsp; He figured he would discover the full import of this term when the time came.<br><br>And then she released him from her grip.&nbsp; "ooooooo", he exhaled as she slid out of him and backed away.&nbsp; His eyes still closed, he panted, still laying in his servile position, almost not feeling her dismissively swatting his bare ass as his gaping anus slowly worked itself back from it's stretched state.<br><br>He couldn't even respond to her parting words, though he felt relieved at her odd assertion that she would close her eyes when walking through the room.&nbsp; That brought him time to clear away his dirty debris at least.&nbsp; As she stalked away, satisfied with how things had began, Bradley pulled himself back up straight and gathered his clothes, ready to don them and feel like his old civilised self once more.<br><br>As he heard the bath run he started to peruse the fridge and freezer, wondering what she would like to eat.&nbsp; He decided it would be best to avoid anything too fancy.&nbsp; Although this would surely earn him brownie points, if dinner wasn't on the table, he feared what lengths his punishment may go to.&nbsp; So instead he quickly chopped some vegetables, stirred them up into a sauce, and set some pasta boiling.&nbsp; It would only take 45 minutes and he could have it set out steaming on the table with a glass of red wine as she descended the stairs.<br><br>It didn't occur to him that the version of Bradley that had sailed triumphantly home this afternoon would lambast and mock the one that now ran around the kitchen like a scared little mouse.<br><br>As the food settled into cook once he had prepared everything, and Bradley was sure that Serena was soaking her wonderful body in the bath, he slowly and silently made his way upstairs.&nbsp; Whereas once he roamed around his house like a boisterous thug, he now moved in a far more civil and placid manner.&nbsp; He knocked softly on the closed door before calling politely, "Would you like me to scrub your back for you honey?".
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 11:58:10</strong>
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				It was certainly a good thing she'd told him she would close her eyes when she went into the bedroom, and though she'd meant figuratively at the time, now Serena was wishing she had intend walked in blind.&nbsp; At the most Serena figured she'd see an unmade bed and his clothes strewn about (which she did and winced appropriately), but the copy of Mayfair and the evidence of her husband's earlier arousal had her stomach clenching and lips tightening.&nbsp; It took her a moment of simply staring at the items before she could turn and proceed into the bathroom, reminding herself that this would be the last time she ever had to bare witness to that.&nbsp; The last time she ever fell short at keeping her husband's interest and arousal.&nbsp; She'd held him minutes ago, throbbing and yet weak in the palm of her hand, and it was with that sense of self assurance she found herself able to simply look away.<br><br>Ten minutes later, her dress suit and stockings hanging on the door peg, her heels tucked nearby and her hair swept into a loose bun, she was sinking down into their generous, sunk in bath tub filled with steaming water and bubbles scented of vanilla and jasmine.&nbsp; Along the inside ridge of the tub were a line of candles that she'd lit after just a few moments of debate.&nbsp; Serena couldn't remember the last time she'd simply sat in a bath and relaxed.&nbsp; A year?&nbsp; Maybe more?&nbsp; The past couple of years had been nothing but a rat race in the design firm she worked for -- no.&nbsp; Correction.&nbsp; Had worked for, she thought with a small frown.&nbsp; Up until five o'clock that night she'd been the top earner in the interior design firm where she'd been since before her and Brad's marriage.&nbsp; Up until five o'clock and the partnership that should have been hers was given to her boss' main squeeze.&nbsp; <br><br>Before she'd come home she would have said that had been her glorious moment, of seeing the look of shock and indigation on her former boss' face when she promptly quit with the announcement and knew everyone else at the firm wasn't sure what to be more confused about: that she hadn't gotten the partnership or that she'd simply left the place she'd devoted the past seven years to.&nbsp; But... coming home had changed more than just her and Bradley's relationship.&nbsp; With taking control of her marriage it told her she could take control of much more: her career.&nbsp; Her future.&nbsp; As she laid there soaking in the hot waters, her head reclined on the padded rest and her finger tips idly dipping past the bubbles, she slowly let the tangent thoughts roll out and considered possibilities she hadn't before. <br><br>Just as she was thinking up designs for letter head she first heard the subtle creaking in the bedroom a moment before the soft knocks came on the door and then her husband's voice.&nbsp; He sounded so... different and yet like himself.&nbsp; It was still his voice, the deep timber she'd fallen for all those years ago, and yet there was a budding depth she hadn't heard in ... well, ever.&nbsp; It took her a few long moments to even say anything, a smile tugging on her lips and her shoulders laxing.&nbsp; Bradley really was responding so well.&nbsp; Granted, she would have to see how tomorrow morning went, and she was going to have to do quite a bit more reading, but she had a feeling this success was going to continue and she couldn't be more pleased.&nbsp; <br><br>"You may come in," she finally called out and lazily lifted her eyes to watch her husband enter through his reflection in the mirror opposite the doorway.&nbsp; She let him see the small smile playing with her lips as he came in before she rose up in the bath and nodded toward the loofah sponge and nearby body wash.&nbsp; "Come, sit behind me on the floor.&nbsp; Perhaps another time I'll let you bathe with me, but for now, yes, you may wash my back.&nbsp; Only my back.&nbsp; You are not permitted to touch any other part of me without permission."&nbsp; Despite the soft tone, she was inwardly shocked at just where these words were coming from.&nbsp; It was as if she'd opened a flood gate earlier and now had no intentions of closing it.&nbsp; Simply saying precisely what she wanted and expected was quite perhaps addicting.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 19:04:46</strong>
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				Bradley waited and waited, realizing she was enjoying holding him there at the door, awaiting her answer.&nbsp; He was just about to knock again when her stern voice commanded him to enter.<br><br>He instantly became aroused once more at the beautiful scene before his eyes.&nbsp; She was covered in bubbles, but he could see one breast playfully winking at him, and her wet feet protruding from the water at the end of the bath.&nbsp; And this was another development that had taken hold of him this evening, he had become very aware of her feet, and how pretty they were, as he had been grovelling at her feet and again now, as her toes twinkled in the water from between the suds.<br><br>That smile on her lips too.&nbsp; It was one of light happiness, it was closer to evil and illicit joy.&nbsp; Triumph and majesty were dancing in her eyes as she leant forward expectantly.&nbsp; Bradley reached for the loofah and dipped it into the bubbles, careful not to touch her, although it was all that he wanted to do.&nbsp; As he began to gently wash her back he observed her ignoring him and regarding her finger.&nbsp; The very same one she had used to invade him with earlier, as if he was a puppet sent for her amusement.&nbsp; The thought made his hole pucker ever so slightly, and he imagined he could still feel it working in and out of him, as she fingered him gently.&nbsp; The thought itself was enough to bring another urgent and uncomfortable erection upon him, one that nestled at a painful angle in his jeans due to his crouched position.&nbsp; He squirmed and hoped it would free itself, but he knew that this could only happen if he reached down and untangled himself.&nbsp; <br><br>And he knew better than to do that.&nbsp; Brad decided to make his excuses and leave to sort himself out.<br><br>"Your back is nice and clean now Serena.&nbsp; How about I go downstairs and see how dinner is getting on, I wouldn't want it to burn and spoil", he finished, though the main reason was he knew she would take it out on him if dinner was ruined, even if it wasn't entirely his fault.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 11:47:56</strong>
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				"No," she murmured after a moment.&nbsp; She really should have let him just go and continued to enjoy the rest of her bath in silence.&nbsp; Yet, as her bottom lip caught between her teeth and cast a speculative glance down at her toes that peeked out from the bubbles, she couldn't hold back the little devil that urged her on.&nbsp; "There is still time.&nbsp; Come down by the end of the tub and massage my feet while you tell me about your day at work," she said softly as she slowly raised one foot from the bubbles and let it idly prop along the edge of the tub, the suds slinking down her painted toes.&nbsp; <br><br>Purposely she drew out the conversation well into fifteen minutes, and though she had ulterior motives, she was genuinely interested in how his day had gone -- prior to her coming home, that is.&nbsp; She listened and asked questions here and there, mid way through exchanging one foot for the other and allowing the other to slip back into the warm depths.&nbsp; In the end, she may have given him enough time to rescue dinner before it burned, though she also may not have, not sure just what it was her husband had decided to throw together.&nbsp; Despite the faint rumbling in her stomach, and the possibility of having to wait even longer for dinner, she couldn't help but grin once she released him from the bathroom and listened to him descend back downstairs.&nbsp; <br><br>Serena only took another ten minutes before she was padding back into the bedroom, a large, fluffy towel wrapped around her form.&nbsp; The negligee she withdrew from her wardrobe was short, pale violet silk that flirted along her mid-thigh, plunged low into the valley of her breasts, and was trimmed with black lace; the accompanying sheer robe fell longer, dusting just above her knees, and was left untied.&nbsp; &nbsp;It amused her a little when she took a few minutes in front of her mirror, releasing her hair from its bun with a gentle shake of her fingers to let it tumble down her back, and a dab of rose gloss lightly spread across her lips just to give it a subtle colored shine.&nbsp; She was gussying up for the man she was calling to her heel, and yet it didn't feel the least strange.<br><br>All right, maybe a little, she mused as she smoothed vanilla scented lotion into her arms and padded bare foot from the bedroom, her ears already perking for any signs of distress or alarms coming from the kitchen.&nbsp; Barely unable to suppress her smile or her curiosity, it took some will not to go too hurriedly into the kitchen and somehow kept her pace almost lingering as she went downstairs and toward what would either be a nicely prepared meal or a potential disaster.&nbsp; The latter of which would, of course, have to be seen to with some disciplinary action, and already her mind was dancing with the possibilities of just what next she could do upon her husband.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 22:31:30</strong>
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				Bradley stopped dead still, having been on the verge of rising, assuming that she would let him go.&nbsp; Confused as he was, he did not query or question her brief command, but obeyed as if he were one of Pavlov's Dogs.&nbsp; Whilst he had been washing her graceful back Bradly had become quite entranced by her twinkling toes that had been poking playfully out of the water.&nbsp; He never before would have considered himself a foot fetishist, but this was another ex-reality that he was having to question anew.&nbsp; As she sent him to the end of the bath and commanded him to massage her pretty feet, Bradley felt a new surge of excitement.&nbsp; After his so far demeaning treatment, this was going to make a nice change, although he did still feel the humiliation of this lowly and slavish position.<br><br>Bradley took her foot as she offered it to him, watching the bubbles sliding down.&nbsp; As he wrapped his hands around it, fingers linked over the bridge and thumbs working in opposing directions firmly kneading the soles, Bradley felt an overwhelming desire to take her toes into his mouth and suck them gently, one by one.&nbsp; It was an urge that he had to fight with all of his might, but fight it he did.&nbsp; He changed up his techique next, holding the ball of her foot firmly and stroking the bridge, before massaging her toes one by one.&nbsp; As Serena changed feet, listening intently to his naration of the days events, Bradley repeated the whole process again, enjoying himself immensely.&nbsp; He felt his emasculation at her hands, but it was all of a sudden feeling perfectly natural.<br><br>When the fifteen minutes were up Bradley felt sure that what was waiting for him downstairs was going to bear only a passing resemblance to food.&nbsp; As much as she seemed to enjoy the feel of his hands working on her sensitive feet, and even the conversation, Bradley held a suspision that she was holding him up purposely.&nbsp; Every once in a while a sly anddevilish smile played on her lips and in her eyes as she looked down at her subdued spouse.<br><br>Once released, instead of walking calmly Bradley ran full pelt down the stairs, praying that he wasn't too late.&nbsp; The charred smell of burnt pasta that greeted him even before he made it to the kitchen told Bradley all that he needed to know.&nbsp; <strong>"Shit!"</strong>, he exclaimed, panic stricken. <em> What in the hell was he going to do now?</em>&nbsp; The pasta was a complete right off, as was the saucepan within which it had become welded, but the sauce was still good.&nbsp; Bradley worked out that he might still have ten minutes with which to pull the fat from the fire and save himself, fearng what she might put him through if her dinner wasn't ready and waiting for her upon her descent.<br><br>Quickly dicing a couple of chicken breasts, Bradley thought that he might just be able to turn it around into stew.&nbsp; She might think it a weird choice, but it would be food all the same, and she knew from hard worn experience that he wasn't exactly chef of the year.&nbsp; <br><br>The chicken was about half way done by the time Bradley heard Serena's soft, deliberate and slow tread on the stair.<br><br>And he knew that the game was up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 16:12:37</strong>
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				The smell alone told her precisely what she needed to know.&nbsp; Delaying her husband had indeed worked for and against her.&nbsp; It was difficult holding back the amused smile that played across her lips as she surveyed the kitchen and her frantic husband from the doorway, her fingers idly smoothing the sleeve of her silk robe.&nbsp; Instead she was able to marshal a look of sincere disapproval and underlying disappointment, echoed in her tone when she did finally speak, as she walked in and dismissively examined the burnt pasta and the chicken her husband had been desperately cooking. <br><br>"Burnt pasta and mostly raw chicken.&nbsp; So, this is what you feel is appropriate to feed me," the last few words murmured as a frown tugged on her lips and she quickly turned away, brisk steps carrying her to the wall phone and the organized folder of local take out menus from the shelf beneath it.&nbsp; Barely a glance was given to the menus, Serena automatically flipping to the fourth one and was dialing the memorized number.&nbsp; "Finish with the chicken and then clean that up.&nbsp; Eating that might kill me for all I know," she said, a little too calmly, an instant before her tone changed to honeyed warmth and a smile flared across her features.&nbsp; "Ciao, Marco! ... Yes, I know this is the fifth time this month.&nbsp; ...&nbsp; My husband seems ill equipped at preparing dinner, it seems. ...&nbsp; Oh, that sounds delicious.&nbsp; I'll take that, salad for the side.&nbsp; ...&nbsp; &nbsp;Thank you so much, darling."<br><br>The receiver was replaced with a look sent toward Bradley and for a moment she paused, her lips pursed as her eyes narrowed in study.&nbsp; The silence was held even when the look softened and she was walking for the wine cabinet, pausing only to collect one wine glass and a corkscrew.&nbsp; She was almost back to the doorway between the kitchen and the short hall into the living room before she paused, bottle, glass and screw in hand, and looked back at him with a slightly arched expression did she speak again.&nbsp; "Antonio's will be delivering in about fifteen minutes.&nbsp; I hope I can trust you won't burn that by merely touching it.&nbsp; I'll be in the living room, there are dinner trays in the top cabinet above the left counter."&nbsp; Then she was looking away, dismissing him without a second thought as she walked on into the living room fully intending on enjoying her wine and finding something atrociously aimed at the female audience -- something she knew her husband certainly wouldn't have picked out to watch, much less overhear.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd just turned the channel to a romantic comedy, one she'd meant to see in theaters but hated going to the movies alone (and her nights never seemed to correlate with her girlfriends' nights), when she called out loud enough for him to hear, "Oh, and Bradley, do go upstairs and change.&nbsp; I left something for you on the bed."&nbsp; A very little something.&nbsp; One of her black thong underwear that was going to be a bit snug on him, but for now it would do the trick.&nbsp; She wanted to be able to see him, and have access if she so chose, and his boxers or briefs simply weren't going to do the trick.&nbsp; Thongs, however... well, snug or not, the were perfect.&nbsp; Seeing his reaction, and if he actually put them on, was going to be enjoyable.&nbsp; Very enjoyable.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 17:21:38</strong>
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				He knew she was there, standing there staring at him, and he knew that she was not happy, yet Bradley could not yet lift his head to meet hers.&nbsp; He was leaning on the counter with both hands in a slightly defeated and exasperated pose, staring at the floor.&nbsp; When he finally lifted his eyes and stared into her deep and beautiful brown eyes, he was not surprised to see the disapproving frown which adorned her features.&nbsp; For a moment he was lost in her eyes, transfixed and entranced, not powerless to look away.&nbsp; This whole evening had moved so fast, and he could not stop to question how it had happened, and instead let it all wash over him.<br><br>He wanted to tell her that anything he was able to cook would not be appropriate for her, in that it would not be good enough for her.&nbsp; He wanted to compliment her but she had turned on her heels before he could get the words out and was already dialing for her favourite take away.<br><br>Bradley quickly cleared away the detritus that he had served up and washed the few dishes.&nbsp; He could hear some nonsense on the tv, some romantic hogwash that he had not allowed her to watch previously if he could help it, commandeering the remote control whenever they sat to watch tv together.&nbsp; He still felt that he should maybe go and sit with her, that she would be expecting him too, but then wouldn't she request this?<br><br>As Bradley tied himself in knots, worrying over what to do, she made his mind up for him.&nbsp; He followed her orders and marched pliantly up the stairs, wondering what she wanted him to wear.&nbsp; Maybe it was that shirt she always said he looked so sexy in, or that polo neck she liked to cuddle against?<br><br>His face dropped, aghast, when he say what she had left for him on the bed.&nbsp; "She cannot be serious...", he murmured, dumbfounded.&nbsp; He picked them up and inspected them.&nbsp; He loved them when they adorned her sexy body, but he had never even been curious enough to wonder what it would be like to feel them against his skin.&nbsp; But he felt as if he had no choice.&nbsp; And anyway, it could have been worse, he guessed, he certainly didn't like the idea of being dressed any further than this.&nbsp; He didn't think he had the legs for tights, he thought amusedly to himself.<br><br>Bradley pulled his clothes off slowly, trying to put off the inevitable, but feeling unable to disobey her instructions.&nbsp; He appraised himself in the wardrobe mirror, standing there naked with the tiny light material in his hands, and then stepped into them, sliding them up his legs.&nbsp; He looked distantly at himself in the mirror again, actually enjoying the fact that they made his cock look bigger, so tight and snug they were.&nbsp; But then he thought about this again.&nbsp; Maybe it did look a little bigger.&nbsp; He had been more turned on by her actions this evening than he had ever felt in his life before, which was also why he couldn't stop himself following her orders and instructions, it was actually quite addictive.<br><br>Bradley stroked himself, his cock pulsating insistently, driving him mad with desire.&nbsp; The feel of the string invading his cheeks wasn't unpleasant either he thought, as he stroked his ass with his other hand.<br><br>"I wonder, maybe... do I have time... would she realize if I quickly wanked myself off?"... he mused, distractedly.&nbsp; Bradley knew that the food would be there shortly, and by the time they had eaten, he could be back up to full power again.<br><br>Grabbing a tissue he lay back on the bed, remembering how it felt when she teased him in the bath, letting him play with her soft feet.&nbsp; He pulled the thong down slightly, knowing that this wasn't going to take very long at all.&nbsp; Lost in his own little world, Bradley jacked himself off, unaware of anything else as he brought himself closer and closer to completion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>26-09-2010, 16:39:51</strong>
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				When five minutes passed since her husband had gone upstairs and she heard nothing she began to worry if she’d pushed him too far with the thong underwear.&nbsp; By ten minutes she’d stopped even listening to the witty dialogue between the two main actors and was rising from the couch, her ears perked for any sounds coming from upstairs.&nbsp; Yet, there was nothing... and that was never a good sign.&nbsp; Was he crying?&nbsp; Being rebellious? Had he fallen asleep by chance?&nbsp; Torn between concern and seeding anger (and a little inward panic of him rebelling as she hadn’t thought that far ahead yet!), Serena rose from the couch and quietly made her way upstairs.<br><br>She had just reached the top step when the first muffled sound reached her, and became clearer with each step the closer she got to their bedroom.&nbsp; Oh, her sneaky husband certainly wasn’t sleeping or crying, and while he wasn’t quite rebelling, he <em>was</em> not only misbehaving but outright defying her earlier statement.&nbsp; And she certainly hadn’t given him permission to pleasure himself.<br><br>Perhaps if he hadn’t earlier she would have been more inclined to go easy on him considering she’d already spanked and humiliated him, but apparently one punishment today wasn’t enough to drive the lesson home.&nbsp; With an outward calmness that was in direct opposition to her inner chaos, Serena stepped into the doorway she sensed her husband getting closer and closer to completion.&nbsp; Loudly she cleared her throat, her arms crossed tightly beneath her half covered breasts.&nbsp; “Bradley!&nbsp; It’s so nice to know you continue to poorly listen.&nbsp; Or perhaps I did not make myself clear downstairs.&nbsp; Or was I too lenient with the spankings?”&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn’t wait for his answer as she strode into the bathroom and quickly filled a cup of cold water; seconds later the chilled liquid was immediately thrown onto his lap when she reappeared.&nbsp; “Cool down,” she snapped and narrowed her eyes at him.&nbsp; Anything more was delayed as the doorbell chimed.&nbsp; Dinner had arrived.<br><br>“I'll be back in five minutes.&nbsp; When I return I'd like for to be on your back on the bed, nude, and prepared to beg for the chance to apologize for this <em>hugely</em> disrespecting manner you've behaved in.&nbsp; Maybe I'll be lenient, but considering...”&nbsp; Serena trailed off purposely before she whisked herself out of the bedroom and down the stairs.&nbsp; She was giving Bradley a choice; she knew she'd either find him laying on the bed, hopefully over just how she intended to punish him, or she'd return upstairs with him ready to fight her on the matter.&nbsp; She wasn't quite sure which of the two she truly hoped to encounter.&nbsp; <br><br>However, she was sure the delivery boy hadn't anticipated seeing her in a short nightgown and open dressing robe; his eyes seemed fixated on her breasts, so much to the point Serena was blushing when she closed the front door.&nbsp; She didn't immediately return upstairs, instead making a side trip first to the kitchen for a plate, silverware, tray and three trays of ice cubs from the freeze.&nbsp; In the living room she added the bottle of wine and glass, then made her way back up the stairs.&nbsp; There was no denying her anticipation at seeing which course of her husband had opted to take... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 09:56:34</strong>
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				Bradley never gave much thought as to how ridiculous he looked whenever he lay back jerking himself off.&nbsp; His body tensed in almost spasmodic fashion, a slavish pleasured look on his face with his eyes tight shut and his toes curling as he caressed himself expertly from years of practice.&nbsp; Ordinairily he would have to go at quite a speed, but due to what he had experienced this evening, this was not necessary this time, and forgetting himself he stgrung it out for as long as he felt he could.&nbsp; The sight of him was all the more comical due to the tiny lacy thong that was pulled tight around his thighs, but again, his awareness of how he looked was far from his mind right now.<br><br>Bradley was on the verge of the most wonderful of orgasms, unconsciously biting his bottom lip whilst his eyes rolled in their sockets when Serena entered, interrupting his pleasurable reverie with a loud and gutteral throat clearance.&nbsp; <br><br>"AAAaahhhh", Bradley yelled, partly in shock and surprise, but also in frustration at the spoiling of his little party.&nbsp; "AAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!", He shrilled even more loudly as she put out his fire fully with the icy water, instantly diffusing his pulsating manhood.&nbsp; He leapt to his feet and his first natural reaction was to pull up his underwear to cover himself, forgetting for a moment exactly whose underwear was currently adorning his nether regions.&nbsp; As reality dawned on him and he realised he stood before his angry and tumultuous wife in the tiniest of thongs, Bradley's face glowed deep red, and unknowing how best to next react he bowed his head, avoiding her steely gaze, and held his hands behind his back as the water dripped down his legs.<br><br>As Serena left her words hanging threateningly in the air, Bradley sat down to ponder what to do next.&nbsp; Everything had moved so fast this evening, and he had so far been compliant, but there was yet an inner fire that hadn't been doused.&nbsp; He pondered what would happen if he pushed his rapidly changing wife even further.&nbsp; Maybe it was time to test her...?<br><br>The thought of lying patiently and submissively for her filled him with a weird and secret pleasure, but maybe a final act of rebellion would lead to her putting him more firmly in his place?&nbsp; The thought of this was hugely exciting to Bradley.&nbsp; And maybe she was waiting for a challenge, for a reason to take him down heavily.<br><br>He knew for a fact that she was strong from the times they had play wrestled in their early courting days.&nbsp; He had always told himself that he let her get the better of him so as not to hurt her, but he often wondered if this was really the case, and if she had also been holding back in much the same way.<br><br><em>Well, one way to find out</em>, Bradley mused to himself...<br><br>As he heard her slow appraoch Bradley quickly pulled off the thong and hung it on the outer door knob, knowing that she would hate this.&nbsp; He then sat perched proudly on the edge of the bed, his legs crossed nonchalantly and leaning back on his arms, his most confident and teasing expression on his face, and hoped for the best.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>01-10-2010, 17:58:54</strong>
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				The thong hanging on the outside doorknob didn't escape her attention; immediately Serena's lips pulled into a frozen.&nbsp; She was barely able to cool her expression as she eased the door open, the tray carefully balanced with one hand and her hip, and glanced just once in her husband's direction. The look was one she'd seen before, too many times to count, and although she knew at one point in time it had worked well on her; now it only had her temper itching.&nbsp; Yet, she kept quiet as she set down the tray, pausing to inhale the delicious Italian aromas and then to refill her glass of red wine. <br><br>Only then, with the wine glass in hand, did she turn to give Bradley her full gaze.&nbsp; Slowly she sipped her wine as she debated her options.&nbsp; That Bradley had decided to put up a little rebellion was clear, as it had been since she first walked in.&nbsp; But what was the best way to handle this?&nbsp; She could forcibly move him to his back.&nbsp; While her husband did stay in shape, and possessed at least a moderate strength, she also knew she hadn't lost any of her own since their marriage.&nbsp; Getting him pinned to the bed wouldn't be too difficult.&nbsp; Keeping him there, however... that was a puzzle that tripped over her thought.&nbsp; Finally, after a long few minutes, she moved toward her dresser and took out two pairs of stockings before turning back. <br><br>“Bradley, you are not being a good boy.&nbsp; I instructed you to be laying on your back and contemplating how to receive my mercy, which you are clearly not doing.&nbsp; Also, you have showed a lack of respect as far as your clothing,” – the thong – “goes.&nbsp; I will give you one more chance to do as you've been asked.&nbsp; Or there will be severe consequences.&nbsp; You are already in trouble for dinner.&nbsp; Do you want to make it worse?”&nbsp; Serena's tone was calm – too calm, really – and cool, but her eyes were blazing with an icy fury directed entirely upon him.&nbsp; “What's your decision?”&nbsp; she asked, arching a brow and stepping closer, the nylons held swinging from her hand.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wife's Control [( Moirae &amp; subilicious69 )]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subilicious69</strong> on <strong>02-11-2010, 01:52:58</strong>
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				Bradley knew that it would infuriate her, but he couldn't help a smile escaping from his lips as her brow creased and her face locked into her cold stare.&nbsp; He felt ridiculous, sitting there nonchalant and naked, and he really was at a loss as to what to do next.<br><br>He watched her sip thoughtfully from her glass, feasting his eyes on her beauty, enraptured by her charms.&nbsp; All at once her felt powerless before her, and thought it best to comply with her desires.&nbsp; He knew he ought to comply with her desires, and a large part of him wanted to act as he always had done, and to rebel.&nbsp; Eventually he decided to let both of these sides to him have free reign.<br><br>Bradley reclined, laying straight flat down on the bed, but instead of sliding on her thong, he threw it playfully in her face, almost regretting it as he did so, whilst enjoying being cheeky before her at the same time.<br><br>His posture and actions at odds with each other, Brad awaited his wife's next move, his eyes smiling back at and challenging hers.
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