3. Tiffani had been brought to the edge of coming for the past forty-five minutes as Dean sat in his chair with her kneeling by his side on the floor. The only time she moved was if he needed something. Dean sat there running his hands through her hair while they waited for dinner to arrive. Tiffani had already been made to strip out of her cotton PJs and put on her spiked heels, so as she knelt there he could look down...

1. Tiffani and Dean had been together for three years now, one year as a “vanilla” couple spending much of our time trying to figure out what we really wanted with each other, one year living a more experimental lifestyle while away from each other with work obligations, and the last year married with her being his complete submissive. Dean had spent a lot of time guiding Tiffani through her sexual exploits, opening doors...