No Vanilla Ch. 02

Chris glowed and nodded "yes Sir. I never thought about it like that and probably wouldn't have if you hadn't taken control of me last week. I hated what you made me do. You treated me like a slutty whore. I hated not being in control but at the same time I loved it." She blushed and looked away from my eyes "Ryan, the orgasms I had... they were um... they were explosive."

I felt more in control than I ever have. I think my chest puffed up like a rooster strutting through a henhouse. "Chris I don't need to be dominant all the time but most of the time I do. The other night I could feel the power and control I had over you. It surged through my body like a drug. I'm drawn to the power I feel when I am in control. I know you well enough that I know you will need to be in control sometimes. When you need be in control you need to tell me. Do you understand?" She nodded yes. We were on a roll and I didn't want to lose the opportunity so I opened another bottle of wine.

"Chris, I don't want vanilla sex any more. Ok maybe once in a while but not as the norm. I want the kind of sex we had when we dated." I paused to let that sink in. "When we dated I once told you to go into that department store and steel a necklace. Do you remember? You were so scared of getting caught you trembled. But you were more afraid of losing me."

She trembled at the memory but smiled "I remember that. I was so scared but it excited me too. The thought of doing things for you made me, ummm" she turned bright red, took a long sip of her wine and turned her face to the ground. "It made me wet. I almost couldn't wait to get out of the store so you could take me."

I liked where this conversation was headed. "I remember once, when we were in the park at night, you sat in front of me on the picnic bench. I had my arms wrapped around you and was kissing your neck. I slid my hands up your thighs and pulled your skirt up, slipped my hands under the band on your pure white, innocent panties and slipped them off. I fingered you until you came. And if I remember you came hard. Was that something you hated?"

She said softly and a little shy "no. But that was different. We're older now. If we get caught..."

I stopped her "if we get caught what? We're not going to get thrown in jail; I won't let you. I will always keep you safe, that's part of my job as the one in control. But let me guess what's really bothering you. People will think we're disgusting? Horrible? Perverts? We always said we'd never let other people make us do anything we didn't want to. But we have. We let them turn us into a separated, run of the mill, boring, and average couple. I don't want that anymore and I don't think you do either. Isn't that one reason you go to chick flicks with your sister and read those erotic, fuck books? Do you really want to be average and boring? I don't."

She turned bright red again. Looking at the ground she answered "no. I don't want to be an average and boring either."

I spoke softly but firmly "Chris, can you look me in the eyes and say that over the last three years and nine months it's only been the menopause that's kept us apart? Or was that a convenient way of saying no?" She looked down at her feet and a sad expression came over her face. She was ashamed she let it happen that way.

"I... It's just that... I don't know how to say this. Oh God, Ryan don't hate me."

"Chris. What is it? Just tell me."

"I was... I'm bored with our sex life. Before the menopause we started to break out of our routine sex. But it was only occasionally. Then my menopause started and instead of having vanilla sex it just seemed easier to say no and blame it on hot flashes. Ryan I love soft cuddly sex but I don't want vanilla sex as the norm either." She turned bright red again "Ryan I loved what you did to me the other night, even though it made me feel like a slutty, trashy, whore. That's what took me so long to come back out here. That's hard for me to admit. Ryan I had to admit to myself that I liked being a trashy slutty whore. That's not really normal. Most women would never say when I grow up I want to be a trashy slutty whore. I didn't grow up thinking I wanted to be a slut either, but now I..." She started to cry.

"Chris! Stop! Come here. NOW!" I wasn't shouting but I was firm. We were sitting by the fire pit. I reached for her and pulled her into my lap. She curled up into me and wept softly. I just held her tight for a few minutes. I whispered into her ear "I didn't pay you so you're not a whore." She looked at me and we both laughed. "You are and always have been a trashy slut. Deep down inside. It's one of the reasons I married you. That's what I want you to be. My trashy slutty wife. And next time you ask me for more money I will call you a whore. I will make you my whore. Then I'll make you work for the extra money."

She smiled at me and her eyes glistened with the remnants of her tears and excitement. "Do you promise?" she asked with a devilish grin.

"Stand up. Take those slacks off."

Chris was terrified and trembled as she rose. For as bold as Chris can be she is extremely modest when not in the bedroom. She pulled her sweater tight around her body. "Not here. Somebody'll see."

"Chris, our marriage has fallen apart. You said you don't want to make decisions and you don't want vanilla sex as our normal way of life. That sounds like a submissive, trashy, slutty wife. That is exactly what I want, a submissive, trashy, slut for a wife. I'm asking you to try this for one year. Submit to my every request for one year and see if our lives don't get better. Will you do that? For us?"

Chris thought about what I was suggesting. She was still trembling and had her head down looking at her feet. "Chris, I'm going to make all of the decisions. I'll take that burden off of your shoulders since you don't want the responsibility. I'll take care of you, but in return you will obey what I tell you. Everything I tell you. You said that last week when you did submit to me you felt free. If you want that freedom you are going to have to give up your control. If you agree then that's the tradeoff for your freedom."

Chris nodded yes without looking up.

"Chris, tonight I took care of everything for us. The food, the wine, the atmosphere, even how you dressed. I made sure the kids are all away for the weekend. Shana made sure of that. And I don't care what anybody else sees, hears or thinks." My tone was sharp. "Now take off your slacks."

Her hands shook so hard she almost couldn't undo the buckle on her belt. Slowly Chris lowered her slacks and stepped out of them. The whole time she looked around to see if anybody was watching. She stood in her blouse, a black silky thong, and black stockings that came to her upper thigh. "Put your shoes back on and keep the thong and stockings on for now." She looked incredibly delicious.

The dirty deed was over. Her slacks were off and she stood trembling in our back yard. If anybody was going to see it was over. Her playful mood returned "Is this ok Sir?" She did a quarter turn left then one to the right.

"That's my good little slut." I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to my side. Her shiny satin thong was an incredible contrast to her Lilly white ass that was glowing in the fire light. I laced my fingers under the band of her thong and pulled. Her thong was pulled up tight so it invaded her pussy lips and rubbed her clit as well as the rose bud of her ass. She whimpered softly. As I pulled her across my lap I pulled her blouse, still buttoned, over her head and let it hang at her wrists. I finished by pushing on her shoulders so she lay with her breasts against the outside of one leg and her thighs on the outside of my other leg. She rested her arms under her head on a chair that was close but her exposed titties freely bobbed back and forth. The night has become very cool and even she had goose bumps. Good, I know just how to warm her up. "Chris, I'm glad you shared your feelings with me. You must always share everything with me. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir"

"But it did take you almost four years to tell me. Four years of me suffering. I'm sure you'd agree that I didn't deserve four years of suffering. What you did to me wasn't very nice was it?"

Chris trembled as she responded "no, you didn't deserve that." She wasn't trembling from the cold.

Once again I laced my fingers through the band of her thong. I tugged a little tighter and then loosened my grip. I did this quickly several times so the thong would bite into her pussy lips, her clit and her ass bud causing a little pain. "Just no? Or no Sir?"

I got a quick "no Sir."

"So you admit you were a bad wife and you purposefully made me suffer?"

"What? No I didn't say that." She started to wiggle to get away from me.

The next thing we both heard was a loud whack, whack as my hand came down on her ass cheeks. "That's Sir to you. Don't forget it again."

"Yes Sir. And no I didn't say I made you suffer on purpose."

I trembled on the inside with excitement but my voice was calm and firm as I spoke. She shuddered a little which was the effect I wanted. "Chris, you already admitted you purposefully used hot flashes to ignore both of our sexual needs. It wasn't an accident for almost four years. If it wasn't an accident then it was on purpose. Wasn't it?"

"No. That's not how it was."

Again I brought my hand down on her ass. Harder this time and it was four swats, whack, whack. I switched ass cheeks, whack, whack. "Then explain it to me so I understand. Make your case my little slut wife," whack, whack, I spanked her again. "And address me SIR." I reached behind me for a paddle that I hid earlier. I kept it by my side, hidden from her view. I know I'd need to be careful with the paddle. I don't want my slut to be so damaged she changes her mind. I reminded myself, slowly, go slowly.

I could feel her chest rise and fall in a much faster rhythm now. I spread her legs and reached to her swollen pussy. Moisture was seeping from her slit soaking her thong. I slid one hand down her side to caress one of her tits. They were hanging down by the side of my leg. Every time I swatted her they swung out and bounced back against my leg. The feeling was incredibly arousing. At first I gently encircled the base of her tit. Then I stroked my hand down the dangling length to the nipple. As I stroked I tightened my grip and ended by pinching her nipple and tugged it towards the ground. I know Chris can feel my stiff erection pressing against her side. "Tell me how it was my slut." I was still playing with her tit as I reached down and slid her thong out of her ass and off one leg. I let it hang on her other ankle. My fingers were gliding through her swollen and very, very wet pussy lips. I found her clit and pinched it softly. She moaned and squirmed on my lap. I slid my thumb into her wet pussy hole and kept rubbing her clit. She kept moaning softly and squirmed playfully.

I saw her swallow hard "You just didn't do it for me." Chris was talking fast and breathing hard. "When we started experimenting it was great. But it seemed forced, not natural. Not just by you, by me too. I think a lot of it was our new positions at our jobs. We didn't understand what was happening to either of us. We were sort of forced into being somebody we're not. Me from a submissive person to a dominant one. You from Dom to sub. I grew to hate it even the sexy times. So I guess, I just stopped, not wanting to even try. I guess I did do it on purpose. But not to hurt you. I ... I ... I love you and never want to hurt you. I just want to be happy. I want to make you happy."

I needed to hear that but at the same time I hated hearing the truth. I hated to hear what we have become. I love the fact that she was so honest now. I stopped stroking her tit and pussy. "And now? Did the other night feel forced? Does this feel forced?" I gently started caressing her again.

She turned her head to the side so she could look me in the eye. "Forced? What the hell do you think? You're holding me across your lap doing whatever you want with me! Including spanking the shit out of me where anybody could look over the fence and see me naked. What do you think?"

I almost missed it but it was there. A little upward curve of her lips. A subtle twinkle in her eye. She taunted me to test me. If she submitted to me could I really be her Dom? Could I give her what she wanted and needed? "That's Sir to you. What do you think SIR?" I grabbed the paddle and Whack, whack. Whack, whack. I saw her wince. "Now tell me again. Does this feel forced? Better yet tell me is this what you were missing four years ago?"

Chris hesitated a few seconds "yes Sir. This is exactly what I was missing four years ago." Chris's body went limp with the admission. She started squirming "that hurt like hell." She looked at me again. I could see small tears in her eyes. Her ass was glowing red where I had smacked her with the paddle. "If you'll have me I'll be your sub, Sir." I am sure it was a line out of one of her fuck books. I didn't care as long as she said it. I know she meant it.

I went back to stroking her tit and rubbing her clit but didn't push my thumb into her pussy hole this time. Chris was moaning softly "mmmmmm. Sir, I know you would never intentionally hurt me. But when we both get overly excited ... well I need to know you will not really hurt me. I need something to make me feel safe. When you spanked me with the paddle it made me afraid. For me to really let go I need to feel safe. Completely safe."

I stopped what I was doing and pulled her back into my lap. I cradled her ass between my thighs so she wouldn't feel her ass sting. I reached my thumbs up to her face and gently wiped away her tears. She was cold for once, shivering cold. I pulled her blouse over her head and onto her shoulders. I wrapped her sweater tightly around her. "Your right. We need a safe word. Pick one you can remember. If you see me getting ready to do something that makes you afraid you can say the safe word and I will stop. Then we'll talk about your fears and what boundaries you want. Once we agree on our boundaries will you feel safe?" Chris nodded. "Good. Once we try something new you need to tell me if it's ok. If you don't tell me not to do something then I'll assume that its ok to do it again. But if you don't like something and don't tell me I won't know. You have to tell me if you don't want me to do something again. What else do you need to feel safe?"

"Can I think about that?"

"Tisk, tisk, tisk. Don't you mean can you think about it, Sir? Hummm isn't your ass a little too sore for another swat?"

She stopped crying and grinned at me "for now, Sir. But I bet you can find something else to do with my ass. Can't you Sir?"

I rolled her off my lap and stood "then grab your clothes and come with me slut. Oh and take that blouse and sweater back off before you come upstairs."

"Ryan. I can't walk up the stairs naked. The neighbors will see me!"

It was wrong. I set her up, knowing she'd object. But I didn't want her to always just give in. Where's the fun in that? I made a note to make sure and tell her that later. I reached out and grabbed her nipple hard. I used her tit to pull her to me. I hung on even when she pulled back.

"Ouch! God dammit, let go!" She put her hands over mine trying to make me let go.

"Do you have a safe word yet?"

She looked into my eyes and stopped pulling back. I eased up a little but still firmly held her nipple between my fingers. "NO. How about BASTARD? Will that work?"

I reached up and grabbed the other nipple. "That's NO Sir."

"Ok, ok. NO SIR!"

I let go. I spoke soft and calm. "Chris. You don't want vanilla sex anymore. I'm more than ok with that, I don't either. You need to understand as your DOM I'm going to put you into situations that'll be painful, humiliating, and beyond anything you can imagine. You will submit to my demands. They are not requests. It's ok, even desirable for you to resist. A little. That makes it more fun. I don't want a yes Sir, brown nosing sub. But you will submit! If that's not what you want then you need to tell me right now. I want you to think about it for a few minutes. If you decide it's what you really want then do what I told you and meet me upstairs. If not then get dressed and go back to the big house and do whatever you want. Just do it without me." That was the hardest thing I have ever said to my wife.

I didn't look at her. I just casually walked upstairs and into my apartment. I was shaky on the inside. I was so scared that she'd walk away I threw up. I was scared. If she didn't want this then we had some serious talking to do. Our relationship had to change. It didn't have to be a relationship with whips and chains. Hell I don't want a relationship like that. I don't want to cane and whip the shit out her until she bleeds. But I do need a relationship where I am in control. And I don't want a relationship where I gag her and lock her in a dungeon. I want her by my side. She needs to be my partner. An equal partner in our life, but a submissive one. Ok that's a simple way to explain it. She needs to be involved in our life decisions. She said she didn't want to make those decisions. But I at least want her input on some of the decisions. I'm sure she's good with that. I hoped she was. I brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth and sat patiently on the sofa. Now the ball is in her court. I am hoping and praying she'll come up those stairs.

To be continued

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