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by Stella Fyre
Two short, very different novellas with a theme of domination and submission, where the woman is most definitely in charge and the man subjected to humiliation – because that was what he wanted, or, at least, he thought that was what he wanted.
In the first story, John finds himself chained to the bed by his wife, who is clearly very unhappy about the way he embarrassed her in public the previous evening when he was drunk. She is not going to hurt him, but she is going to insist that in future he lives by her rules, and those rules include a six-month punishment period. Surprisingly, John finds some of his wife’s “punishments” strangely arousing, but does she have a hidden agenda?
In the second story, a married couple decide to take a very special holiday, where they are each required to write down the “secret” erotic desires of the other, without discussing it or revealing what they have written. The desires will be fulfilled during the holiday, but there are severe financial penalties for refusing to proceed once the holiday starts.
Published: 8 / 2015
No. words: 42,900
John awoke, and immediately he knew that something was wrong.
It took him a few moments to realise that his wrists and ankles were tied to the bed, but he had no idea why. His mind was in a state of confusion and he looked around the bedroom for some clue that might explain what was happening. He could see the sun shining through the half open blinds. He tried to shout for Katrina, but he found that there was something in his mouth and all he could do was make muffled, unintelligible noises. He tried to lift himself up, but the shackles holding him were tight and allowed him little movement. He also realised that he was naked and totally vulnerable.
Why was this happening? How long had he been like this? He had no answers.
John could hear Katrina moving around down in the kitchen, and that, at least, had some semblance of normality about it. He relaxed a little, and tried to remember the previous evening. All he could recall was that he had gone on an evening out with Nigel, a co-worker, and Katrina. He could remember getting drunk and playing a game with Katrina, but what game he had no idea.
John pulled on the restraints again and groaned through the gag. He now realised that the restraints were chains, and he heard them rattle against the wrought iron bed ends. He began to panic.
Katrina was the same age as John, just twenty, and they had been married for a little over a year. The sex was good, and John thought things between them could not be better, but he was about to find out that life was not as good as it seemed.
He heard Katrina’s footsteps coming up the stairs and he looked towards the door. Moments later, she walked through the open door dressed in black leather trousers that clung to her well formed hips like a second skin. Her double-D breasts seemed to be straining to get out of the half bra that was covered by a tight white blouse.
She stopped at the end of the bed and looked down at him, smiling. He shouted through the gag, “What the fuck’s going on, Katrina?” but his words were muffled and garbled.
She must have understood what he asked, because she answered, “Be quiet and I will tell you what is going on.”
He shouted again through the gag, telling her to release him. She walked to the side of the bed near his head, and for a moment he thought she was going to do as he had asked, but he was about to get his first shock as she slapped him hard on his cheek. “I told you to shut up, so you had better do it or I will go back downstairs for a few hours.”
The painful slap brought tears to his eyes, and John could feel them rolling down his cheeks. She had not held back, and although he could not see any trace of spitefulness in her eyes, he could see that she was on a mission. She took out a tissue and wiped the tears away, and smiled once more. “Now look what you made me do, and I didn’t want to get tough. Well, not just yet, anyway.”
John was still digesting what she had just said when she started to speak again. “Before we go any further, I am going to explain a few things to you that have been annoying me since we have been married. Do you remember anything about last night when we arrived home?”
John lay there and shook his head, knowing that once more because he had drunk too much he needed his memory jogging.
As if she was reading his mind, she said, “I will give you a few words to jog your memory: ‘sucking your cock’, ‘cuckold’, ‘small cock’, ‘my satisfaction’, ‘you being effeminate’. While I go to the toilet, I will give you time to think about it.”
As Katrina left the room, John lay trying to recall what happened and what was said. He remembered returning and both of them walking up the stairs. In the bedroom, they stripped and made love; at least, he thought they had. He remembered her getting angry before she slipped off the bed and put pyjamas on, which was something she had never done before. What the hell is a cuckold, and why is she calling me effeminate? he was thinking. Before he could answer his own question, Katrina came back into the bedroom.
She walked around the side of the bed and sat near him, which he found a little unnerving after her slap. She was smiling, but it was a wicked smile. “I am going to take the ball gag from your mouth, but you will keep it shut until I ask you a question. If I hear any obscenities or shouting, I will hurt you and put the gag back in your mouth. I would also like to point out that you are in a very vulnerable position and at my mercy. Now, are you going to keep your mouth shut?”
John could see something in Katrina’s face he had only ever seen once before: the look of superiority. She was looking at him as if he was not worth talking to, and it made John’s blood run cold. He decided it would be better to nod his head in agreement just to get to the bottom of what was taking place.
Katrina leaned forward and removed the ball gag, but before pulling it away from his face she looked at him as if waiting for him to shout. He had already given her his word that he would not say anything, and John never broke his word. A few seconds passed before she sat back and relaxed a little, and then she began to speak.
“I don’t think you remember a damn thing about last night, so I will refresh your memory. Until I have finished or ask you a question, don’t interrupt me. Last night, you humiliated me in front of your friend, Nigel, and a few others in the club. You tried to strip me while we were sitting at the table opposite Nigel.”
She was right that John could not remember, and he opened his mouth to say sorry. On seeing the expression on her face he closed it without saying a word.
“In the taxi home you held my arms behind my back and undid my blouse, and showed the taxi driver and Nigel my naked breasts. Yes, they were naked, because you had also lifted my bra above them.”
In all the times John had been drunk in the past he had never gone that far before. In his mind was the question, what the fuck had I been thinking of?
“Is that what you want me to do, David, show my body to all your friends?”
In fear of speaking, he shook his head. He was now thinking, okay I was out of order, but this is a little over the top. “Then when we got home you forced me up the stairs into the bedroom, where you had sex with me.”
He could hardly believe what he was hearing when Katrina said that, but she carried on. “Yes, David, you ripped my dress off and pushed me forward over the side of the bed where you then had your way. It didn’t take you long to cum, and as soon as you did you threw me onto the bed and told me to give you head. I told you when we got married that I would never do that, but you once again forced me to do that thing.”
It was all coming back to him now, in flashes of memory. He wondered if she would ever forgive him for what he did, and he knew that forgiveness from Katrina came at a high price. He could see their marriage going down the pan.
“I woke up this morning with every intention of packing my bags and leaving you. For what you did in front of witnesses I would get a fast divorce. Is that what you want me to do?”
John panicked, and answered, “No, please don’t do that, Katrina. I am so very sorry that any of this took place. I will do anything you want me to do, as long as we stay together.”
“Why the hell would I want to stay with you? You have no idea how to take a woman out for a night. You go out, and all evening it is you, you, you, giving very little thought to my needs. You cannot satisfy me with your prick. Last night you tried to shove it up my ass, and when I pushed you off you could only say, ‘You will like it’.
“I have had my fill of your selfishness and your stupidity. I am going to find someone that will treat me like a woman, take me dancing and dine me, and if they treat me right I might let them go to bed with me.”
“So you are going to leave me,” John stated as his heart beat hard against his chest.
“No, that is where you are wrong. I have thought about this carefully and I still love you, although I have no idea why. However, if you want to stay with me, you will do whatever I tell you for the next six months. You are going to be my slave and my cuckold husband, and if you refuse you might just as well kiss the marriage goodbye. There will be things that happen that you won’t like, but you wanted to do them before I gained control of your miserable life, so now I’m in control you’re going to do them exactly the way I want you to do them.”
John was still not sure what a cuckold was, but it really did not matter to him at that moment. If she wanted him to be her love slave, he would accept that if it meant he would stay married to her. “I give you my word that I will do anything and everything you want for us to stay together. Just give me another chance.”
If John had realised what she would expect him to do over the next six months, then perhaps he would not have agreed so readily.
She stood up. “I have to go downstairs and put this in writing. I’ll be back soon with a copy for you to sign. After that, I’ll show you how I want you to dress from now on.”
John listened as she walked down the stairs and thought about what she had said about how he was to be dressed. Before he had time to consider the situation properly, he heard her walking back up. He watched her as she entered the bedroom, and now she had a serious expression on her face. She had papers in one hand and a pen in the other.
“I will read out what is on the paper, which I expect you to sign. I’m not giving you a choice; not if you want to remain married to me.
“You agree to be my slave and cuckold for six months, in which time you will learn from others how you should love me. I am allowed to date other men so that you can see at first hand what you have been failing to achieve in and out of the bedroom. You will do all that I order you to do while you are in the bedroom, and there will be no exceptions. You will endure any punishment that I see fit to give you in retribution for the way you have treated me. You will dress in any way I see fit, with no arguments. I have the right to humiliate you in any way that I think is equal to the humiliation you have given me over the past year.”
John listened, and thought about telling her to piss off, but decided that it would wait until he was free of those infernal shackles. She then walked closer, and he asked, “What makes you think I will agree to those rules, Katrina?”
