Conumdrum Ch. 08

"I would welcome a beating from you, if you allow me to show my love afterwards." Matt nodded. Beth looked at him in supplication. "If it is your pleasure, would you put your collar on me?"

Matt stood directly in front of her as he put the collar on, snapping the fastening closed. He did not move, but Beth raised her hands to his trousers.

"If my Husband would permit?"

"Yes." She unfastened his fly and withdrew his cock, already becoming turgid with blood. Beth looked up and held his eyes as she slipped the head into her mouth. This was something that Beth had never done for Matt before. A flash of anger surged as he realised who had taught her to fellate, but slowly dispersed as the pleasure she gave him washed over. That evening and night Matt took her as he wished, demanding her body. Beth submitted completely, no longer the shy compliant wife, but a willing slave to his demands. To Beth there was a freedom in becoming his slave. The guilt of engaging in abandoned sexuality; the guilt that her parents had instilled in her for years; receded as her mind argued that there could be no culpability as her conduct was beyond her control. She was obeying her husband.

To be continued...