A Story of Betty and Eric Ch. 03

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"Tonight I want you kneeling by the door when I come home, wearing nothing but an apron. You are to be shaved clean including your chest, armpits, your balls and your ass."

It was early Thursday afternoon when Eric finished his daily writing, and was about to get busy with dinner, when he got this text message from Elisabeth. This was something new, she never texted him with instructions before, but with recent developments, he wasn't all that much surprised.

Past couple of weeks was a very sexy time for both of them. Eric took to his role as stay at home husband with newfound purpose and enthusiasm, while Betty has never felt more in the right place as the master of their household. She provided the money and direction, he took care of cooking their meals, cleaning their house, washing their clothes, buying groceries and all other mundane tasks required to keep the house in order. Eric also polished her boots and shoes - which he found deeply erotic. Elisabeth's growing collection of sexy boots and high heeled shoes demanded attention, and Eric found the activity arousing, feeling especially submissive when he worked to shine her boots at home, while she lead the board meetings or whatever she did when she was at work. He wanted Elisabeth to look her best in her shoes, wanted her to feel satisfied with his work, to watch her face smile with approval when she put them on.

They were both constantly aroused, Eric was hard almost all day, from the moment he kissed her goodbye in the morning, watching her get in her car and drive off, to the time Elisabeth got back home, throwing her coat away and demanding him to go down on her, or massage her feet. He became more adapt at that quickly, most probably due to the fact he serviced her daily, often several times a day even, with small breaks during her period. They had sex almost every night, it was as if they were on their honeymoon again. In past years of their marriage they made love once or twice a week at most, now they fucked every time they were together at home.

Elisabeth was insatiable, she had orgasms from his oral attentions at dinner time after work, and then again when they went to bed. Eric was happy to oblige, with this new arrangement he felt like a teenager -as if almost all he could think of now was associated with sex and his wife. He loved how she issued orders for him before she went out, set tasks to do for the day, arrogantly directed him when he was eating her pussy or rubbing her feet, how vocal she was when he fucked her, uninhibited in her femininity now - confident and direct. The constant threat of severe beating if he'd let her down made him only more eager to satisfy her to the best of his ability.

Elisabeth was able to separate her thoughts of sex with her goals at work. The sight of Eric meekly following her to the door to say his goodbyes, the thought of him staying at home for her always aroused her, giving her a pleasant start of the day. This kind of control also made her more focused on her tasks when she was at the office. She knew her homely needs were taken care of, that her husband was there to attend to those details while she could set her mind on more important things. When she was driving home however, the mere thought of him was scrubbing the floors or polishing her boots while she was at work made her pussy wet. She felt powerful the moment he greeted her at the door, one look at him made her want to grab him by the neck and take him to bed. His handsome face, his narrow waist, his delicious ass that just begged to be grabbed and fondled. And most importantly his fearful look - she definitely intimidated him after that whipping. She felt primal, powerful, in full control and that made her hot the very moment she stepped through the door. When she was at home, she was horny all the time. She wanted to feel Eric's hands on her, his tongue on her sex, his dick inside her pussy. All the time she was either having sex or planned sexual activities, often searching the internet for new ideas and inspiration with Eric kneeling between her legs.

It was a time of bliss for both of them.

"I want you kneeling by the door when I come in..." Eric read those words for the tenth time wondering what was in store for him. He felt a familiar tug of nervousness in his stomach when the time of Elisabeth's arrival from work came near. He managed to remove all hair from his upper body just as she demanded, but that made him late with dinner preparations. Eric has always greeted his wife with warm meal and a glass of wine, which set her in a good mood for the rest of the evening. Now however her text message started a whole new game and Eric wasn't sure what to think of it. Did he do something to upset her in the morning? Or was it someone at work? Was she even in a bad mood? Maybe it was the opposite - she was in a mood to play and decided to take their game to a new level?

When he recognized the sound of her powerful car engine coming close, he knelt just as ordered -naked and wearing only his cooking apron. He heard a familiar sound of her footsteps, the door opened and Elisabeth walked confidently inside.

"Hello Eric, my dear, obedient husband." Eric watched Betty take off her coat and walk over to his kneeling form. Today she wore a white buttoned shirt with black leather pants and high heel pumps. She also had her favorite black leather gloves on. Down on his knees Eric was silent, like it would be inappropriate to speak before Betty unveils her game tonight.

"It's so nice to see you after a hard day at the office. I'm also pleased to see you followed my instructions." She walked over to him and put her hand on his head possessively.

"Eyes down. Don't look me in the eyes unless I tell you to." Eric lowered his gaze to her feet, admiring her elegant pumps and trousers. Elisabeth circled around him, watching his naked back and buttocks. He looked adorable in his apron. She barely restrained herself to touch all over his naked body. She promised herself to eat this cookie slowly tonight, to prolong their pleasure for as long as possible. She stood directly above him.

"I had a stressful day at work, and I just know what'll help me unwind tonight." She took his chin in her gloved hand and tilted his head upwards, so he could look at her face. "You will be my slave tonight. You will pamper me, spoil me and do my every bidding without hesitation. The words I'll be hearing most often from your mouth tonight will be: Yes Master." Elisabeth couldn't contain her smile when she said that.

"Are you game? Why am I even asking this, you're always game, you kinky boy! This is gonna be so hot. Are you hard now, under that apron?"

"Yes Master." Eric smiled and lifted his apron to show her. He was hard the moment she walked over to him. And the way she behaved made him suspect he would stay hard for the rest of the evening.

"Good boy." These words made his cock twitch. "Now to properly greet your wife when she comes back home, kiss my ass." She turned her back to show him how tightly her leather pants hugged her hips and buttocks.

"Put your hands on my hips and bring your face against my butt." Eric's hands slightly trembled from excitement, the cool sleek leather of her trousers felt great when he touched her. He inhaled the intoxicating scent of leather, and placed soft kisses on her left and then on her right buttock.

"That's it. Pay respects to your hard working wife." Elisabeth felt so sexy with Eric kissing her buttocks. She knew she had a great ass but having his mouth on it was elevating. She knew Eric was mad with desire for her, and his touch, his eagerness and devotion made her feel like the most desired woman in the world, like a goddess to be worshipped. She turned around and looked at him. She knew of his leather fetish and didn't mind it. In fact she felt that tight fitting leather pants highlighted her gorgeous legs and hips, and the admiration she saw in men's eyes when she wore them made her feel powerful, like a warrior in leather armor, untouchable and dangerous.

"Now put your face between my legs and take a breath. Smell my leather clad legs, feel the hard leather encasing my pussy. That's it, you love it. I know you've always had. God, I love seeing you like this, kneeling with your face against my clit. You're so fucking sexy, my slave." She took his face in her hands and caressed it, forcefully squeezing his jaw, his cheeks, his neck.

"I'll fuck your brains out tonight," she almost growled seductively. "But now it's not the time. Now, you'll serve me my dinner." With that she pushed his head away and walked to the kitchen.

"Wine," she snapped her gloved fingers without even looking in Eric's direction.

*

Eric loved the way things were developing between them. After hurriedly serving the red wine for Elisabeth, he took to final dinner preparations. The meal was almost ready, he just needed to finish the salad. Watching Betty sitting comfortably at the kitchen table, sipping her wine and checking her phone he couldn't help but wonder how lucky he was. She was so damn sexy, still in her heels, wearing those tight leather pants, immaculate make up, her blonde hair tied in elegant bun. Eric felt excited to be able to serve her. It was a sexy contrast: her commanding presence, in her relaxed, confident pose, and him naked but the apron, hurriedly working in the kitchen to prepare their meal. She set the scene so perfectly, he couldn't wait what would happen next.

"Nice work, babe," Elisabeth playfully slapped his naked buttocks when he was putting the plate in front of her. "This looks really good." Eric wasn't sure she was referring to the meal or his behind.

When they ate Elisabeth lead the conversation, telling Eric a bit about her day at the office, the problems she had with some of her subordinates, the way she planned to deal with it. She also praised Eric on his improving cooking skills. Eric was glad she mentioned this.

"I must admit I like cooking for us, I didn't know this side of me," he stated. "I don't want to break the mood today, but I feel like the past two weeks were the best time of our life, really." He wasn't sure it was the right time for this kind of conversation, but Elisabeth just nodded her head approvingly

"Go on, I'd like to hear this from you."

"Well, it's not just the sex, it's the way we complete each other, if you know what I mean. You started something that changed both of us. I've never felt so at peace, so right, so fulfilled. I know what to do, and I find myself doing it. You were right that I needed direction and control. And I love the way you give it to me." He searched her face for some disagreement or annoyance, but found just pure curiosity.

"And you. You've never been more sexy. I have always been hot for you, but now you seem changed too. I can't quite describe it, but you're so uninhibited, so sure of yourself. Part of me is scared of what next you'll come up with, and part of me can't wait to see what it's going to be. You're like a force of nature, like a river that takes me downstream with irresistible force, but I want to ride along. I know it's gonna be dangerous, I know I might get hurt, but I want this adventure to continue. I'm yours, whatever you plan to do with us."

"Careful with what you wish, Eric. Cause you might just get it." Betty had this smile on her, that has become so familiar to Eric for the past two weeks. Both sexy and scary, a grin as if she was about to eat something delicious, eyes wide open with desire and purpose.

"Clear the table and join me in the living room." Elisabeth changed her tone again, it was an order for her slave, not a request for her husband. "And remember your place tonight." She got up and slowly walked out of the kitchen, stretching her arms seductively, her arching back drawing a beautiful line, her leather clad bottom swaying from left to right with each step.

When Eric entered their living room, lights were dimmed with soft music playing from their stereo. Elisabeth was sitting comfortably in the armchair, legs crossed, smoking a cigarette. It was the same armchair where he received that painful whipping not so long ago. He swallowed hard and unconsciously touched his buttocks. Seeing this Elisabeth smiled a knowing smile and took a drag on her cigarette.

"Did you know some of my girls from the office go to the strip clubs?" Eric moved to sit on the couch, but was stopped when Elisabeth shook her head, her eyes never leaving his.

"Not male strip clubs, but the regular ones. They order drinks, they chat and smoke and they pay the whores to dance for them." She took a sip to finish her wine and put the glass down.

"I'll have scotch on the rocks now, and be quick about it." In less than a minute Eric was back with her drink.

"I don't know what they get from it," Elisabeth continued. "Perhaps it's a power play - they get off on the fact that those girls have to serve them, show their bodies, smile and dance to earn their tips." She took another drag and exhaled a thick flow of smoke. "Well, I don't dig girls, but I have my own personal stripper at home, don't I?"

She sat even more comfortably, took a sip of her whiskey, "Go on babe. Loose that apron. Do it slowly. Seduce me, earn your tips."

Eric felt his face redden a little. It was humiliating being compared to slutty strippers, but the sight of his sexy wife in front of him, the music and the dark room excited him more than he was offended. He was also a confident dancer, the erotic atmosphere got to his head, and he begun to move to the music. His hips swayed from side to side when he loosened the apron and threw it to the floor. Elisabeth watched him move sensually, his clean shaven cock and balls on display, his smile getting smug as he knew he was turning her on.

"Yeah, turn around, show me that shaved ass now." She finished her cigarette, put it down and motioned for him to come closer. "Come here, let me feel those ass cheeks." As he approached, she started to fondle his body with one hand, the other still holding her drink.

"Grind on my thighs now, I want a lap dance from you, boy." He almost sat on her knees, the smooth, cool leather on his bare buttocks made his cock jump with excitement. Elisabeth caressed his body shamelessly, possessively. She scratched his back, slapped his butt, fondled his chest, licked his abs. Her touch set him on the edge, Eric was afraid that if she touched his cock some more, he might explode right there on her.

"What a smooth slut you are for me. Are you excited, my slut?"

"Hell yeah!" Eric was quick to respond, his cock demanded attention and he hoped the next move would be Betty taking him in her mouth.

"It's: Yes Master, you dumb bitch!" She slapped his cock with her palm. "And I don't remember giving you permission to get hard. Who do you think you are to swing this thing in front of my face!" Elisabeth was smiling, and despite a brief pain from the cock slap Eric was smiling too. The game was getting hotter with each passing minute.

"Go on, dance some more for me," she pushed him again to the centre of the room. When he danced she lit another cigarette.

"I believe you wanted something from me in the upcoming week. Now is a good time to ask me. What was it?"

Eric wasn't sure at first what she was referring to, but recalled he was getting out with his buddies on Tuesday night.

"I wanted to hit the pubs with Paul and Jeremy on Tuesday..."

"I'm not convinced I want you out drinking with them. I'll consider it if you ask me properly," Elisabeth said that in lazy, uninterested manner - she was fully in her role now. Eric got the hint.

"Please Master, may I go out with my friends on Tuesday night?" saying this he got closer to her, again touching her leather clad knees with his hips, still dancing.

"Ok, you have my permission." His face beamed with satisfaction, until she put her empty glass down and added "But I wonder what will you do there with no money". Shock on his face made Betty chuckle cruelly.

"I give you allowance to buy useful stuff, not to spend it to get yourself drunk with your buddies. I guess you'll have to ask them to cover for you." Eric looked lost, and stopped dancing for a moment.

"Don't stop moving, boy. Who knows, if you do a good job lap dancing for me tonight, you just might earn a tip." Elisabeth put the cigarette in her mouth and took her handbag. She produced a twenty dollar bill and waved it at Eric. He got closer, dancing again for her, eyes wandering between her smiling face and the money she held in her hand.

"Look at you, dancing for tips like a strip club whore. Are you my whore, boy?" She exhaled cigarette smoke in his direction and pinched his ass cheek.

"I am your whore..." Eric managed to utter through a sudden lump in his throat, eyes glistering with tears of humiliation.

"What was that? I don't think I heard you. Louder!" She gripped his balls and squeezed.

"I am your whore, Master!" It was so weird, as at the same time he was aroused beyond belief. Humiliated and turned on, or was it her humiliating him that way, what turned him on? Eric wasn't sure.

"Good, you've earned your reward." She threw the money to the floor. When Eric kneeled to pick it up, Betty put her foot on the back of his neck and pressed down.

"While you're down there, get useful and lick my boots clean. If you do a good job, I'll add some more to that twenty. You don't want your friends to think your Master is tight with money, do you?"

Eric's face felt hot when he put his tongue on Elisabeth's shoe. This game was getting out of hand, but what could he do? He needed her money, and she obviously was high on her power over him, and wanted to rub his dependency on her and her money into his face. To his surprise this submissive pose, kneeling before her and licking her shoes while she sat so satisfied with herself, smoked and threw money at him - was turning him on immensely. When Elisabeth finally let him up, her shoes were licked clean, Eric was holding a hundred dollars in his hand, and his cock was standing firmly at attention, leaking pre cum. He was so turned on he couldn't help but clench his ass cheeks and sway his hips back and front in vain effort to get off.

Elisabeth took a drop of his pre cum on her index finger, and tasted his arousal.

"My, my, so horny after all this hard work for me, almost sticking this thing into my face. I think you deserve a spanking, you naughty slut. Lie across my knees."

At this stage Eric would do anything to be able to finally touch her, to maybe finally earn his release. He laid awkwardly on her leather clad knees. Elisabeth put one of her legs on his, so that his cock was between her thighs and she held him securely so he wouldn't fall. He supported his balance with his right hand outstretched in front of him on the floor, his left hand was wrenched behind his back in Elisabeth's tight grip.

She held him there and regarded his body across her lap. She was surprised he didn't feel all that heavy, probably because part of his weight was supported with his hand on the floor. Anyway, Elisabeth felt very much in control, she felt that in this position Eric would not be able to free himself from her grip easily. She felt his hard cock touching her thigh firmly. There was a moment of silence between them, even the music stopped - the playlist must have ended, but none of them noticed when exactly it happened. Eric breathed hard in anticipation.

The blows came with an erotic charge. Elisabeth's hand was firm and hit surprisingly hard. Eric had thought after enduring that fateful whipping that nothing would really hurt him anymore, as any moderate pain would fade in comparison to the stings of that belt. He was wrong. Although not nearly as painful as the belt, an open palm blows hurt nevertheless. He felt each following blow more than the one before. They were painful to the point of discomfort, but at the same time felt good. The erotic setting, dimmed lights, Betty's demeanor, the touch of her hard leather clad thighs - all added to Eric's arousal. Her bare hand hitting his naked bottom hurt, but was an obvious expansion of their foreplay. For it all was a foreplay, Eric reckoned, to the explosive climax they were about to experience. He didn't know what was exactly in store for him - for both of them - this evening. Betty was driving so it was up to her - this was an established fact that she made all the decisions now. But somehow Eric knew that all this was leading up to some final act - he really hoped Betty planned to finally let him fuck her that night, his cock was literally aching with lust at that moment.