Night One of Domination Week

PROLOGUE

James Smith was lounging on the couch in his favorite beat up pair of pajamas, slowly perusing the Sunday paper sprawled on the floor beside him. He was flipping from page to page in the Entertainment section when something caught his eye. His sound of disgust caught his wife Sarah's attention as she sat at the dining room table looking through circulars and clipping coupons.

Sarah glanced casually over at him. She still loved her husband and found him very attractive after their nearly 20 years of marriage. He was still athletic and thin, though not the hard body that he was when they had met. At six feet tall, with his firm shoulders, strong thighs and cute little butt, he was still an object of desire for her. His hair, brown with just a touch of gray beginning to show, was thinner on top than when they had met as well, but he was not going bald. And at least he combs it these days, she thought to herself smiling.

Sarah knew from her long experience of hundreds of Sunday mornings with her husband that he had something he wanted to get off his chest when he made a sound like that. And he'd keep huffing and puffing until he blew the house down or she asked him about it. In order to keep the house intact, and not wanting to torture him, she decided to ask what was up.

"Something wrong?"

"The things people read sometimes…I just don't get it. Makes me wonder if there's any hope for humanity."

"Are you mad at Stephen King for writing too much again?"

"Ha, ha, ha…No. But look at what's in the top ten on the non-fiction list. 'Sex Tips From a Dominatrix'. There's a cartoon drawing of a scary looking woman with a whip on the cover. It says here it's sold over a million copies. Are people really this desperate for reading material?"

"Maybe they're desperate to spice up their lives a little bit."

"Spice up their lives how? With whips and chains and nipple clamps and toys and ropes and god knows what?"

"I'll bet there's more to that book than how to whip people and tie them up."

"Like what?"

"Like how to add variety to sex, how to keep things interesting. How to grab attention and hold it."

"But who do you suppose is reading this crap?"

"Obviously lots of people are. Married people who want to add some spice, single people who want to be enticing…there's a huge market for new and exciting things in the bedroom."

"What's next? A how to guide for dildos and vibrators? 'Sex Toys for Dummies?'"

"That book would sell TWO million copies."

"Well then, get started on the research and writing. That way we can retire in leisure. You've heard of the 'Dellionaires'. We could be 'Dildo-ionaires'."

"Well, the research might be fun…" Sarah said, giggling.

"Hardy har har…but don't tell me you think a couple could save their sex life through bondage and domination games."

"The book isn't about bondage or domination so much as excitement and enticement. It's more about renewing interest, or creating it where it doesn't exist."

"You certainly sound like an expert on this subject."

"Well…"

"Oh, no. Don't tell me…have you read this book?"

"Yes. But if it makes you feel any better, I didn't buy it myself. Joanne loaned it to me."

"Joanne read it too?"

"Yes, and she suggested that I read it."

"You could have told her no."

"Yes, I could have. But I wanted to read it."

"Why?" James asked, sitting up and looking at her.

"I don't know. Curiosity. And it sounded so juicy. And, well, I thought maybe I could learn something…"

"What do you mean? You aren't satisfied with our sex life?" James asked, sounding hurt.

"It's not that darling…you know I love making love with you. It's just that, well, we've fallen into habits…"

"You mean a rut?"

"No, it's just that our sex life has become kind of predictable. It's not just you…it's me too. I thought maybe if I read the book, I could find ways to make things a little more racy, a little more exciting."

"So now you want to tie me up and spank me, is that it?"

"No, that's not it at all…you don't understand, but…the thing is…I know you like making love with me. And I enjoy it, too. Believe me I do. But…you don't lust after me any more. You don't ache for me. I want to look in your eyes and see desire and longing. I want you to want me so bad that it hurts."

"And did you learn how to do that from reading the book?"

"I haven't actually tried any of her ideas out yet."

"Well, give me an example of one of her ideas."

"No. You'll just make fun."

"Come on. Tell me."

"Promise you'll keep an open mind?"

"Yes, I promise."

"All right…she suggests that a wife take nude photos of herself and put them in her husband's briefcase. He'll open it up at work to look for a pen or something, and, boom, there she is."

"But what if someone else opens the briefcase? Or what if the pictures fall out?"

"That's part of the thrill…the chance of someone else seeing them. But the real idea behind it is to spark interest. The man sees the pictures, and now he's aroused and thinking about her the rest of the day. He won't be able to wait until he gets home. It builds the sense of anticipation. It's like foreplay."

"Unless his boss sees them first."

"See. You're not open to new ideas."

"Of course I am. I love the idea of having nude pictures of you. I just wouldn't want other people seeing them."

"But that's just one example of things she suggests. And I thought some of her ideas sounded pretty good."

"So, what are you saying, that you want to try some of the things from the book?"

"Maybe from the book…or maybe something from our own imaginations. We could play out each other's fantasies."

"Hmmm…that does sound kind of good."

"We could have one night where we do your fantasy, then one night for mine."

"You mean like tying each other up, or spankings…"

"It doesn't have to be about pain, or domination, or humiliation. It could be about trying new things…opening our eyes to new sources of pleasure."

"I think I'm starting to warm up to this idea."

"I think we should try it."

"Me too…but why does it have to be just one night?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what if I have more than one fantasy I want to play out?"

"Maybe we should make it a week…"

"That sounds good."

"How about this then. We'll make it a whole week. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have to do whatever you say. On Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday you have to do whatever I say."

"And what about Sunday?"

"On Sunday, we rest. Does that sound good?"

"I think we have a deal," James said, coming over and shaking Sarah's hand.

"Good. We'll do it two weeks from this coming Monday."

"Why in two weeks? Why not this week?"

"Well, we have to make preparations, don't we?"

"Preparations?"

"Yes…there's a few items I'll need to pick up."

NIGHT ONE

James could tell now that taking a taxi to and from the restaurant had been the right choice. The excellent wine that they had imbibed with dinner was having its effect, and he relaxed back into the seat. He was nearly nodding off to sleep, and idly placed his hand on Sarah's knee. He noticed her leg muscles were tense, and he looked over at her through slitted eyes. Sarah could hardly hold herself still. Her hands were in nearly constant motion as she brushed some imaginary speck form her coat, then crossed her arms, then put a hand to her throat. She was swiveling her head around to look at everything as well. She was more nervous than James could ever remember seeing her.

James took a long look at his lovely wife. She was no longer the spry 20-year-old he had met and fallen in love with all those years ago, but she was still a beautiful woman. Her green eyes still blazed with the energy and happiness of her youth, but now they also held the warmth, understanding and wisdom that comes with experience and a full life. Her hair was still the dark blonde of her youth (with a little help, he knew) and still lustrous, spilling over the collar of her coat. She had never been one to work out, but she had maintained her weight over the years. She had wonderful feminine curves, with hips that flared sensually and C cup breasts, and a wonderfully round behind that was only a little bit larger (and maybe a bit lower) than the day that they had met. James thought, in that moment, that he could fall for her all over again if they met for the first time tomorrow.

Sarah turned her head in his direction. When she noticed James looking at her, she flashed him a tight nervous smile, then her gaze shifted quickly elsewhere. James thought briefly about the possibility of sliding his hand up her skirt and fingering her pussy to calm her down. But he knew in her current state that would only make things worse.

He smiled in delight in recognition of what was about to happen when they got back to their brownstone. The thought of the plans he had for his lovely, demure wife, sent a shiver went down his spine despite the fact that the cab driver had the heat blasting. And he could tell that Sarah was nervously wondering just what might happen that night, what fantasy he might want to enact. James had to admit that he hadn't felt this kind of excitement about being with Sarah for a long time. He almost began to believe that the woman who had written that silly book might be right after all. When the cab driver came to their address, James nearly told him to drive around the block a couple of times just to prolong the exquisite agony of anticipation.

He intentionally allowed Sarah to walk ahead of him to the front door. He chuckled silently to himself as she frantically fumbled through her purse for her keys. He could barely contain himself as she fumbled the key in the lock, taking a few seconds before finally sliding it home and turning it to slide back the dead bolt. He was reminded of their wedding night, those many years ago, when the key to their hotel room was in his hand, and he had suffered from the same tremors of his hand. Had she laughed at him that night in the same way that he was laughing at her now? If so, he guessed tonight might be some small measure of payback.

Sarah all but sprinted through the door as she finally opened it. She turned back to look at James, giving him another nervous smile. James paused for a moment, then took his time walking through the entrance. His skin was tingling now as the realization that this night was actually going to happen was dawning on him. In just a few minutes, Sarah would be his to do with whatever he pleased.

She was hanging her coat on the rack as James entered into the foyer. She turned to him then, eyes meeting his, looking for what was to come next. James decided now was the time to slip in to his persona for the night, the dominant master.

"Are you looking at me?" he said in a deep voice.

"No," she said, her eyes falling immediately to the floor.

"You don't look me in the eyes unless I tell you to. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Come here and take my coat." He turned and she came to him and slid the coat off his shoulders. She hung it on the rack and waited for her next instruction.

"Make me a drink and meet me in the bedroom."

James walked slowly into the bedroom and took up a position at the foot of the bed, near the dresser. He could hear Sarah working with the bottles and ice making his drink. In a few minutes she brought the drink to him. He took it from her and set it down on the dresser.

"Take off your clothes and kneel there," James said, pointing to a spot near the foot of the bed. He didn't pause to see if she was complying with his command. He headed for the walk-in closet with his most confident stride.

Once inside the closet, James had to remind himself to slow down as he began taking off his clothes. He fumbled with his tie, cursing himself for having tied a double Windsor. In the end he just yanked the loose end through the loop. He counted to three before unbuttoning each button on his dress shirt, then slowly removed his pants and kicked his shoes off into a corner. He pealed off his socks and T-shirt and stood there in his loose-fitting boxer shorts, deciding what to do next. He chose to leave the boxers on for the time being. He then reached behind his dress shoes and found the package of secret goodies that he had been hiding there for the past week. Screwing up his courage, he walked out to the bedroom.

Sarah was kneeling exactly where he had pointed, her legs underneath her, her hands lying on the bed. And she was stark naked. James felt a delicious tingle in his groin knowing that she was there for him, just waiting for his next instruction. His cock started to stir in his shorts. Sarah looked up at his chest, not making eye contact. She didn't smile.

James' drink was sitting on the dresser where had left it. He picked it up and took a sip of the strong Jack Daniel's and Coke, tinkling the ice in the frosted glass, and nodded his satisfaction. 'She sure can mix a drink', he thought to himself.

He took another long drink as he walked over to Sarah. He bent down and turned her to face him by grabbing her chin. He planted his mouth on hers and gave her a wet, lingering kiss, snaking his tongue into her mouth. He knew his wife did not like the taste of strong liquor, and he felt her try to pull away. He held her chin firmly, and when their eyes met she stopped struggling. He continued his kiss, his tongue probing, his hand stroking her cheek. After a few minutes, he broke away and stood up.

"Such a good girl," he said to her. He put down the drink and stroked Sarah's shoulder with the hand in which he'd been holding the frosted glass. She gasped at the cold hand on her warm skin, and shivered. He slid his hand down her back, and her gasps and shivers continued. He reached her ass, and slowly stroked her there, sliding his hands over both her rounded buns, then down to stroke her thighs. On his way back up he slipped his hand between her legs and touched her pussy with his fingers, drawing another gasp, then paused for a moment to slide just the tip of his index finger into her anus. She started to rise up on her legs, then fell back as his finger left her.

He picked up the drink and dipped two fingers into it, then brought them to her lips. He brushed her lips, leaving the liquid behind, wet and shining. A small portion dribbled down to her chin. "Lick," he said. Her tongue slid moved slowly over her lips. He reached down and captured the amount on her chin, and brought his finger to her lips. She sucked it in her mouth.

He put the drink down again and walked behind her. He slid the boxer shorts down his legs and stepped out of them. He sat on the bed and slid in front of her kneeling form, his legs outside hers, his hands palms down on the bed.

"Look at my cock," he commanded. Sarah looked at his cock, now only inches from her face.

"Tell me you love my cock."

"I love your cock."

"Do you want to taste my cock?"

"Oh, yes…"

"Open your mouth. Show me your tongue. Show me how you'll suck my cock if I allow you to." Sarah opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Then she began sliding it in and out of her mouth, demonstrating how she would lick and suck him. "Look at me while you show me your technique."

Sarah looked up at him. James took his now semi-erect cock in his hand and guided it towards her face. When she leaned forward to take it in her mouth, he put his hand to her forehead to stop her.

"Not until I tell you to," he said, and punctuated his statement by slapping her face with his cock. He slapped each cheek, then her lips and chin. Then he rubbed the head of his cock across her lips. Their eyes were locked on each other the entire time. James grinned evilly at her.

"Now. Suck it," he told her.

Sarah moved her head forward and engulfed his cock in her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she took his full length into her throat. She could feel him getting harder in her warm wet mouth.

"Mmmm…yes, baby…that's it. Keep sucking it." Sarah slowly slid her mouth up and down on his hardening cock, each stroke taking a little bit longer as the length increased. James placed his hand in her hair and used it to control her speed. Soon, he was holding her head still and rolling his hips to slide in and out of her mouth. She was holding her mouth open and slack for him, saliva dripping onto his cock. He could see it had become slick and shiny now.

"I'll bet you want to taste my cum, don't you?" Sarah's response was to moan onto his cock, and the vibration of it made him shudder.

"You want me to cum in your mouth and let you taste me, don't you?" She closed her lips around his cock and moaned again. James stopped sliding his cock into her mouth and pulled it out with a wet plopping sound.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth and all over your pretty face, all right…but not yet. Now get up on the bed. Get on your hands and knees and face the foot of the bed." Sarah climbed up onto the bed and did as he said. James grabbed two pillows and shoved them under her stomach. Then he pushed her head down until it was resting on the mattress.

"Get comfortable…you're going to be there awhile," he said. "Now grab the foot rail. Don't let go unless I say it's OK." Sarah grabbed the rail and lay her face down on the mattress. James stood beside her, admiring her lovely form, as she lay there, open and waiting for what he would do next. He reached out and stroked her shoulder, sliding his hand down her back and over her buttocks. He lightly stroked the back of each thigh with just his fingertips, then did the same over each buttock. Sarah was squirming under his ministrations, and making soft moans into the mattress.

"God, you're beautiful, Sarah," he said, continuing his caresses over her back and shoulders. "I know I shouldn't do this since you've been such a good girl, but I just can't resist spanking your cute little ass when it's sticking up in the air like that." He slid his hand back down her body and cupped each cheek of her ass. Then he slid his fingers between her legs to tease her pussy and anus. She was soaking wet as he brushed his fingertips over her pussy lips. Again she shuddered and moaned as he slid his index and middle finger into her pussy for just a second. She moved back against his hand to keep him inside as his fingers left her. He used his wet index finger to tease her anus, sliding in the tip. After letting her get used to the feeling of his finger, he slid in to her ass up to the first knuckle and wiggled his finger. Sarah's legs slid to the side and she fell onto the pillows, moaning loudly.

"Back up on your knees, darling" he said, touching her hip. "Time for your spanking." She slowly brought her legs in until she was resting on her knees once more, her ass sticking up in the air. James slowly stroked her ass. He lifted his hand in the air, paused for a moment at the apex, and brought it down with a resounding slap on his wife's bare ass. She yelped and moved forward on the bed, but still maintained her grip on the rail.

"Get back here," James said, pointing to the spot where she had been before. She slid back into place, and he caressed her bottom again. Her left cheek was pink where he had slapped it. He drew back again, and slapped her other cheek. He alternated then between soft caresses and slapping her ass. He wasn't striking her that hard, but it made a satisfyingly loud slap on her bare skin, and turned her cheeks an ever brighter shade of red. After striking her several times on each cheek, he decided she'd had enough.

"Your ass is a perfect shade of red, Sarah," he said mirthfully. "But don't let it be said that I'm a cruel person." James climbed onto the bed and kneeled behind Sarah. He began planting soft wet kisses on her red cheeks, and stroking them with the palms of his hands. She leaned back into his lips, purring and wiggling her cheeks. James then spread her open and stared at her puckered brown hole. He licked it with his broad tongue, then slid it inside her. He felt Sarah's sphincter muscle closing around his tongue as he worked it around inside her. He began sliding it inside and out, fucking her with tongue. He stopped and gave her one last kiss on her ass.