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My Magazine > Editors Archive > Exotic Stories > Domme to Sub
Domme to Sub   by Clare Fulton

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The laundry was piling up in the corner, I could feel grit under my stockinged feet as I walked around the house, and there were a half-dozen dirty dishes stacked in the sink. After four days of out-of-town meetings and whiny clients, the last thing I needed was to come home to a mess.

As mad as I was at Evan for letting the house get so filthy in my absence, I recognized right away that the mess was his way of letting me know he wanted to be dominated. He never outright asks for a session, but he'll drop not-so-subtle hints until I show up in the bedroom in leather or latex and take charge. The unwashed dishes and soiled laundry were his way of letting me know he wanted to play, though I would the arbiter of whether we actually did.

It was still early in the evening, and Evan wouldn't be home from work for another hour, so I put away my suitcase, took a hot shower, and got dressed in my favorite corset and thigh-high boots -- and nothing else. With a black crop in my hands, I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for my husband's imminent arrival.

I heard his key in the lock and then the front door swung open. My heart started racing and my excitement grew as he got nearer. His footsteps on the stairs made my pussy clench with anticipation, and when I saw his shadow outside the door, I felt my body tingle at the thought of the pleasure to come, and inside me a transformation took place. I wasn't some loving, doting wife, but rather a woman whose man had stepped out of bounds and needed to be shown the error of his ways. Thinking about him naked, helpless, waiting to see what I would do, made me even wetter.

As soon as Evan stepped across the threshold, I put on my game face. The second he saw me, I felt the excitement radiating off of him, and I knew without a doubt that his cock was already hard in his pants. He wanted to be punished for his misbehavior, and I couldn't wait to do it to him.

I slowly stood from the bed and looked at him, my gaze piercing. "You should be ashamed of yourself," I barked, my tone even but harsh, "letting your mistress come home to such a mess. You're lucky I didn't change the locks, you filthy pig."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," he cooed, bowing his head as he inched closer to me.

"You're going to have to clean up after yourself," I scolded him. "But first, to make sure you never treat your mistress's house so poorly in the future, you will be punished."

"Yes, Mistress," he said, with his hands now clasped in front of him and head still ducked so his chin was to his chest and his eyes were cast downward, staring at my feet rather than looking into my eyes.

I ordered Evan to strip, and while he took off his clothes and folded them on the chair in the corner -- he knew better than to make a mess in the bedroom -- I went to the closet and began pulling out lengths of rope. When I turned around again, Evan was naked and back in position, standing at the foot of the bed. I pushed him forward, using the toe of my boot against his ass to get him to move where I wanted him. When he was against the bed, I used the pointed toe tip to push him forward even farther, until he was facedown on the bed. The second he hit the mattress, I began flicking my crop against his ass. The keeper was made of soft, supple leather, but with each stroke, it delivered a stinging blow to his pale behind. I watched, enthralled, as his flesh turned from milky-white to a warm pink hue. It wasn't nearly punishment enough for his infractions, however, and I set the crop down next to him so I could spank him with my bare hand. Each strike stung my palm as it met his flesh, and the feeling was one of the most erotic I'd experienced in weeks. I couldn't stop spanking him, and it was clear that my husband was delighting in my attention. But this wasn't about his pleasure, it was about punishment, so I stopped the spanking and picked up my crop again to swat him on his legs, back and arms until he rolled over. He knows that after a spanking he's supposed to immediately get into a position where he can watch me, whatever position that may be, and this time it meant rolling onto his back. As soon as he could see my face, I motioned for him to get into a new position, and he scurried to get spread-eagled in the middle of our king-size bed. I glowered at him as he squirmed and continued smacking him with the crop until he was exactly where I wanted him to be.

When Evan stretched his arms and legs to the four corners of the mattress, I circled the bed, tying each limb to the corresponding post. I wrapped the cords tightly around his wrists and ankles before knotting them securely around the wooden bedposts, making it impossible for my husband to escape. When I finished pulling the last rope snug around the final pole, I stood back and admired my handiwork. Evan looked delicious, his limbs spread and tied, and my cunt started to drip with excitement.

Leaning over him, I started to once again scold him for the messy house. "You filthy slob" was uttered over and over, each time with new complaints attached. As I shouted, I slowly moved around the bed, swinging my crop at him, getting more and more into our role-playing. The more I hit him -- on his arms, his legs, his chest, his feet, even tapping his cock -- the harder his erection became, and I marveled at how turned on he was by my verbal chastisement. His obvious arousal sparked my desire to take things further, and I went back to the closet to get Evan's cock cage. Based on how hard he was and how he groaned when he saw me pull out the cage, I knew it would be the perfect punishment. He'd thought I was going to let him come soon, and denying him that release was enough to send shivers of excitement through my body.

I slid the metal cage around his dick, leaving only the very tip of his cockhead poking out of the enclosure, and locked the leather straps in place behind his balls. The constriction of the rings in the lower half would keep him from coming, and the upper cage would stop him from getting the friction he craved.

Stepping onto the bed, I balanced precariously in my stiletto boots before lowering myself over my husband's face. When I was a mere hair's breadth away from his mouth, I stood back up again.

"You didn't think I'd let you eat my pussy yet, did you?" I laughed. "If you do a good job with my boots, I'll consider it," I assured him.

With my hands braced on the wall behind his head, I lifted one foot over him and lowered it to his mouth. He started by licking the sole and sides of the boot, his wet tongue streaking the black material with saliva. When he'd covered every bit he could reach, I moved my foot up and pushed the spiked heel between his lips. I ordered him to suck it like a cock, and though he seemed hesitant at first, he quickly started fellating my boot heel. If it had been a real cock he was sucking, his mouth would have been filled with come by the time I took my boot away and offered him the other one in its place.

When I fed him my second heel, I glanced over my shoulder and saw his rock-hard cock bobbing over his stomach, still locked in its cage. He worked diligently on my boot, and he moaned when I pulled it away. That was enough teasing for me. I carefully straddled his head and started to squat, lowering myself to his face. I got about halfway down before I stilled and looked directly into his eyes. "You will eat my pussy," I told him, "and you will make me come. If you fail, your dick will be in that cage until tomorrow. Maybe even longer."

Evan whimpered, but I could see the arousal in his eyes, the excitement caused by my kinky challenge. I continued lowering myself, and when my bare cunt met his lips, he went straight to work. I felt his tongue flick against my labia, collecting the dewy juices clinging to my flesh, and then he moved his tongue up, down, all over my cunt. I could feel the wetness of my juices being replaced with the moisture from his tongue, and I briefly wondered if he was trying to lick me clean or lick me dry with all the time he was spending on my slit. I was about to order him to do something else, anything else, when his tongue stopped lapping up my juices and he began to focus on my hard little clit.

As I tried to withstand the arousing sensations my husband was causing, he moved on from licking to thrusting, and his tongue, like a tiny cock, pushed between my nether lips and began fucking me. I sank even lower, until I was smothering him with my cunt, then grabbed his arms and dug my fingers into him, hoping to keep myself from coming for as long as I could. Evan's tongue felt too good, though, and I soon found myself writhing against his face, smearing my juices over his skin and forcing him to fuck me harder and faster with that talented tongue of his.

I clutched him tightly as I came, bucking my hips against his face as my climax overwhelmed me. It took all my willpower not to call out his name, but I didn't want to ruin the scene. As soon as the last waves of my climax faded, I climbed off his face. I'd gotten what I wanted -- an orgasm so powerful I was still shaking -- and now it was time to reward my husband for taking his punishment like a man.

With his arms and legs still bound to the bed, I removed the cock cage and his dick bobbed. I took him in my hand and started to jerk him off, my fist pumping his cock as he moaned with pleasure. "Mistress, may I -- " he started to say, his question cut off by a long, low moan.

"Yes, dear, you may come," I assured him.

Evan shot his load into the air, the white liquid missing my hand and landing in small puddles on his stomach. He bucked and groaned as he shivered through his release. When he was done, I released his cock and began untying him. I gave him a moment to rest and shake out his limbs, then suggested that he run me a hot bath and go clean up the rest of the house. He didn't waste any time, and I fell asleep later that night to the sound of the vacuum drifting up from the living room.

We didn't get to play again for a few weeks, because Evan was busy with work and I was out of town for more meetings. On the day before my flight home, I called my husband and hinted about setting aside time for a domme scene when I got back, but he ignored my subtle suggestions and continued on with normal conversation. I figured he was too busy or wasn't in the mood at the moment, so I let it go and crossed my fingers that he'd get in the mood soon.

The next day, Evan was supposed to pick me up at the airport, and I couldn't wait to see him. He was waiting for me at baggage claim with a small gift bag. I wondered briefly what he'd gotten me, but then he hugged me, kissed me and picked up my suitcase to take me to the car. It wasn't until my luggage was stowed in the trunk and I was sitting comfortably in the passenger's seat that Evan finally showed me what was in the dainty pink gift bag: a delicate leather collar. Shivers ran through my body as I stared at the finely crafted collar, and I felt my panties dampen instantly. We were going to play, only this time, Evan was going to top me!

He fastened the collar around my neck, and that kicked off the latest round of our switching routine. Feeling it press against my neck reinforced that now I was to listen to him -- and obey! Evan started lecturing me on my behavior over the past week. He said I'd been partying too much -- which wasn't technically true, but made a good excuse for punishment -- and that I had to deal with the consequences. "I bet you were busy flirting when your meetings were done, rather than playing with yourself and thinking about my cock." He was half right; I had flirted a little, but had also wished he were there to bend me over and fuck me hard. His tone of voice got more gruff, and I almost thought he truly was angry with me, which only turned me on more. The more he reprimanded me, the more aroused I became, and by the time we got home, my panties were absolutely drenched.

Evan opened the car door for me and led me into the house, taking me straight to the bedroom. As soon as we were inside, he started to remove my clothing; I hadn't been told what to do yet, so I simply stood there and let him. My favorite thing about having my husband top me is that I don't have to worry about what's happening, because I know he'll take care of me in every way. He manages to be the perfect blend of tough with a side of tenderness, and this enables us to go even deeper into our kink than we would if he were just a random hookup. I love getting into my domme zone and controlling him, but sometimes having all that power is too much for me and I want someone else to take charge. Someone like Evan.

He took off my jacket and shirt, then pulled down my skirt and helped me step out of it. When I was in only my bra, panties and heels, he took off his jacket and sat down on the chest across from the bed. Being so scantily clad reinforced that I was the one about to be punished.

"Come here," he beckoned, his tone firm, and I quickly crossed the short distance and knelt at his feet, the pose I know he prefers. Apparently he'd changed his mind this time, however, and he barked at me. "On your feet!" he ordered. "I didn't tell you to kneel. Now hurry."

I jumped to my feet as quickly as I could, but it didn't matter how fast I moved, I was still going to be punished -- and I couldn't wait. I did my best to look contrite, but all I could think about was the spanking I knew was coming. The anticipation of the first smack is almost more exciting for me than that first glorious moment when flesh meets flesh -- almost.

Evan pulled me over his knees and began hitting my ass with his palm, my panties softening the light blows. Each time his hand made contact, even through my cotton underwear, my pussy tingled, and I wondered if my juices would soak through my panties enough to stain his khakis. I hoped so, because then he was sure to discipline me even more!

When I started to squirm, Evan decided the punishment wasn't harsh enough, and he pulled my panties down as far as he could in our current position and started to spank me on my bare ass. The sting was sharper now, and I moaned quietly, but not too quietly. I wanted Evan to hear me, after all, and punish me even more for being noisy. And he did. He must have planned on me being a "difficult" submissive, because after a brief respite from the spanking, what hit my ass was not his palm, but a leather paddle! I hadn't seen it laying out, but he had to have stashed it close by, because he hadn't taken any toys out of the closet since we'd gotten home. I loved that he'd prepared so carefully for our scene, and as the paddle landed on my ass over and over again, I wondered what else he had in store for me.

My ass was deliciously warm when Evan stopped paddling me, and I groaned at the loss of sensation. I love being spanked, paddled, flogged -- I love all of it! So while I knew that whatever was next on his erotic menu would be hot, I wasn't ready for his discipline to end quite yet.

Evan couldn't get me out of his lap fast enough, and when we were both standing, he reached into the chest and took out a handful of special silk ribbons we'd bought for bondage games. Ties in hand, he turned to face me, and he gave me a once-over. My panties had slid down past my knees, but I hadn't been told to take them off yet, so they were hanging crookedly on my legs. My bra was still on and clasped as well. Evan took care of both right away, demanding that I get naked -- except for my heels. Then he turned me around, my back to him, and started to tie my hands behind me. He bound my arms together and worked from my fingers to my wrists and all the way up past my elbows, circling and knotting the ribbon until my arms were essentially immobile. I shrugged my shoulders and raised my arms the tiniest bit behind me, and the ribbons constricted and dug delightfully into my flesh. When I lowered my arms, they loosened and tickled me. I loved how it felt.

As I stood there enjoying the various sensations my bindings produced, Evan began undressing. He did it slowly, as if trying to seduce me, and between the pressure of my bonds and my husband's sensual striptease, I was getting wetter by the second. His shirt fell to the floor first, then his belt and shoes joined it. His socks came off next, and finally his pants. When he was standing naked in front of me, he allowed me a moment to admire his toned, athletic body. Then he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees. I wanted to dive in and start sucking his hard cock, but he stepped away from me and reached into the chest again. This time he pulled out a blindfold, and when he came back he fastened it securely around my head. I saw nothing through the pitch-black cloth, and when Evan finally offered me his cock, I was taken completely by surprise.

My mouth was stuffed full of dick before he offered instructions. I was to suck his cock and balls, and make him come. It seemed a simple enough task -- I've done it numerous times, of course -- but when I moved my head back to release his cock and start the blowjob from square one, I realized how difficult the task was when I couldn't see or touch him. With his cock bobbing in front of me and no way to grab it and hold it still, I had to move this way and that to get him in my mouth, and with my arms secured firmly behind my back, it wasn't that easy to bob and weave freely.

Every time I pulled back too far on his cock, it would slip out of my mouth, and getting it back in wasn't easy, especially with Evan shifting around, trying to make the task even more difficult. Moving in for his balls was even harder, and I wasn't sure I'd be able to do it. But I didn't want to disappoint my master, so I accepted the challenge, ducking and tilting my head every which way until I'd succeeded.

It was harder to get his cock in my mouth again after finishing with his balls, but when I did, I didn't have to suck him for long. I felt him throbbing between my lips, and I knew he was going to explode soon. I picked up my pace, fucking him with my mouth and swirling my tongue enthusiastically around his cock. I knew he was going to come seconds before it happened, and as the first shot filled my mouth, Evan dug his hands into my hair and held me in place.

He filled my mouth with his come, and after I'd swallowed every drop, he helped me off the floor and laid me facedown on the bed. It was obvious that our scene wasn't over, as my hands were, literally, still tied, and when I felt the paddle on my ass again, I knew my assumption was correct.

"You took too long making me come," Evan scolded. "It's clear that you need more practice."

The paddle landed squarely on my ass at least a dozen times, making the earlier tingling return full force. Each swat came close to my hands, and the slight breeze added to the delicious sensations created by my bindings. My pussy clenched with excitement. And then the spanking stopped.

A minute later, my arms were freed from their silky bonds, and Evan had ordered me onto my hands and knees. My arms were a bit tired, but I got into position and prepared myself for my reward. Doggy-style is my favorite, and when my husband didn't flip me onto my back, I knew I'd been a good slave.

I couldn't see a thing with my blindfold on, but I felt Evan climb onto the bed behind me and then rub his rejuvenated cock against my pussy. He eased in slowly, but as soon as his shaft was fully enveloped by my cunt, he began to thrust wildly. We hadn't been together in a couple of weeks, and after a dom/sub session, even one as mild as ours had been, we both craved a hard fuck.

Evan fucked me eagerly, and when he started grunting and muttering how good it was, I knew our scene was over and we were simply husband and wife again. Then I started meeting his strokes, urgently pumping my body backward with each of his forward thrusts. It took maybe two dozen strokes more before we were both coming, Evan for the second time. My climax was more intense than I'd expected it to be, and I shuddered through it and collapsed the second my orgasm passed.

My husband fell onto the bed next to me, pulled off my blindfold and wrapped me in his arms. Our scene was over, and we were equals again -- at least until one of us misbehaved and needed to be punished. I hoped it would happen soon.