"Dominion"

Our relationship is built on love, trust, and respect. If any outsiders knew what we have been getting up to this year, they would doubt it. But we are always honest with each other; we share everything and love each other deeply. It's not just implied; it's known. We each know that if either of us wanted to stop what we have been doing the last few months, we would immediately, no questions asked.

"Dominion"

But what does that mean? If you Google it, it says that "dominion" primarily means supreme authority, sovereignty, or control over a territory or people.

For Lou and me, it's a promise and an instruction. If one of us uses it, it means that they are in control; they will do anything and everything they want to do to you, but if you want to stop, you can use the safe word, and everything will stop. The safeword being used means there are no recriminations and no arguing. It's a chance to stop and reset; maybe then continue or maybe just to change things. Using dominion also means you are safe; you will not be in danger.

"Dominion"

It had been a particularly long and stressful month at work, and it looked like it was going to stay the same for a couple more weeks. Hopefully, by the time of my birthday in November, things may have turned a corner, but that was not guaranteed.

Last night was the first time I had slept in my own bed for almost two weeks. Normally, after such a long break, Lou and I would be all over each other, but she knew I was exhausted and needed rest. For the first time in years, I fell asleep in her arms, not vice versa.

"Dominion"

A light whisper in my ear as I started to wake—what was that? "Dominion."

More insistent now, and suddenly I was awake! Lou was standing next to me, her eyes wide. She was wearing nothing but a sheer negligee. "Dominion."

I sat up, my brain registering what she was saying and what she meant. I didn't notice her hands, just the look of wild excitement in her eyes. We have been married a long time; I know when she is happy or sad, angry or excited. That morning she was extremely aroused. As I looked her up and down, I could see her nipples were hard, goosebumps on her skin, and a sheen of moisture on her bare pussy.

It was then that I saw her hands. She had a handful of silk scarves.

"Stand up!" she snapped.

My body responded before my brain fully registered as I stood up.

"Good boy... hands."

I put both my hands forward, and she started to wrap the scarves around my wrists. As she did, I briefly thought about AIRPORT...our safe word...to stop this. My dick had other ideas; I felt it stirring. It was not unnoticed by Lou, who chuckled huskily.

"Yes, you'll need him. I expect your balls are full to bursting after two weeks of no sex; not even time for a sneaky hotel wank was there?"

She was right, and she knew she was. Work had been so fraught that most evenings I didn't get back to the hotel until past eleven and was back out early the next morning. There were a couple of nights where I crashed in the office, one where I fell asleep in the car before I had even left the car park.

My hands tied, she then tied a second scarf to the ones binding me to make a lead. To finish, she then blindfolded me.

"I need to pee," I said, my voice breaking as I said it; it was the first thing I had said that morning.

I heard Lou chuckle. "There's plenty of time for that."

She slowly and carefully led me through the house. She was careful to make sure I did not hurt myself, all the while I was hyperaware of not just my surroundings but also my nudity and my now raging hard-on.

She led me downstairs and into the kitchen. Although blindfolded, we have lived in this home for over ten years; I know every step, every creak of a floorboard, every change in sound or, crucially, temperature. The back door was open!

She led me outside onto the patio! October is deep into the UK autumn; it's not unusual to have frost on the ground – not today, though. But there was a definite chill in the air that made me gasp, and it was having an effect on my erection as it deflated. Again, Lou saw and was ready. "Stop," she commanded me. I could hear clattering as she grabbed at something. I felt something hard and plasticky brush against the underside of my dick where it joins my balls. "Pee!" Lou told me. She did not need to say it twice; the cold air and the fact that I had not peed since I went to bed meant my bladder was particularly full. I relaxed; my body did the rest.

Lou was standing directly behind me, holding the bucket. She was breathing hard into my ear.

"I've got a lot planned for you today," she said breathlessly. "You'll have a nice time; trust me. Besides, I think you will need this. Your stress levels because of work have been through the roof. The hard decisions you have had to make to save the business and everything that you have been through. Today, I will make the decisions. I will tell you what to do; let me help you."

She was right. I had been pushing myself so hard over the last few weeks; I needed this. I needed time to decompress and forget about work, even for just one day.

"I'm yours," I said simply.

I heard her put the bucket down and then felt a tug of the scarves as my naked feet stepped onto the damp grass; we were heading towards the garage.

Before stupid, stupid Covid, I had converted the garage into a man cave. A nice sofa, a big-screen TV, and a fridge with an ice maker. I would disappear in here on Sunday afternoons to watch the F1 or football. When Covid hit and we all had to work from home, I added a desk and high-speed broadband connection.

Lou led me into what I knew was the middle of the garage, where there should have been a coffee table; she had clearly moved it. I could feel her tying something else around the scarves. Suddenly, I felt my arms being tugged up and over my head. I knew what she had done, and she had been planning. She had slung something up and over one of the ceiling beams, which she had now tied to my wrists.

My erection was returning quickly. I felt her run her hand along my shaft before trailing up my body. Her hand went behind my neck, pulling me down to kiss her, her tongue invading my mouth. She pulled me into her body, the silken material of her negligée rubbing against me. Her second hand went behind my head, and she untied the blindfold.

My eyes took a few moments to adjust to the light of the garage. I was facing the 55-inch TV attached to the wall. On the screen was a constantly rotating montage of what at first I thought were just pornographic images, before realising that they were pictures we had taken.

Currently, the image was of Lou, Lucy, and the girl from the spa they had been with. I could not remember her name, but it was the first time I had seen this image. The girl was balanced on a coffee table while Lou was behind her, and Lucy was in front. The image shifted; it was now an image of Lou's face mid-orgasm. I should know; I took it!

I could now see the coffee table set to one side with various toys and other things on it.

Lou was sitting putting on a pair of high heels. I obviously had a confused look on my face as Lou said, "These will make us almost the same height for what I have in mind."

She slowly stood up, pulled her negligée up and over her head, and walked towards me. "Today will be a day of new experiences for us both. You know you can trust me; if you need me to stop, just say our safeword." She was now directly in front of me. "But I know you don't want to say it. I know you want to see what happens, what I have planned... don't you?"

I could only nod; my dick was hard in anticipation. She leant forward and kissed me, her hand lightly stroking my penis as I leant into her. The heels she was wearing had made us pretty much the same height. She trailed behind me, and then she was on me. She gathered her negligee and wrapped it around my mouth, gagging me. We have tied each other up before, but this was taking it to a new level.

She whispered into my ear, "I know you can't now say 'airport'; if you need me to stop, tap your left foot three times. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

Her fingernails ran down my body, raking over my nipples, until she reached my cock. She ran her nails up and down my now raging erection, pre-cum already seeping out.

"God, you're so hard. You want me to grasp you, don't you?" She wrapped her hand around me and then let go. A strangled, involuntary moan came from me.

I was mesmerised by her swaying ass as she wandered over to the coffee table. She stood looking down at what was on the table, deciding what to choose. She picked up two things but kept her back to me.

"You know, I have been thinking about doing this to you since Lucy and I went to the spa. We were so naughty over those couple of nights. We did so much; I want you to have a taste of what we got up to. But when I have finished with you, I want you to fuck me senseless. I want you to punish me for what I am going to do to you. I want you to fuck me until I have trouble walking. And then I want you to do it again. I want you to destroy me and make me know who the man of the household is. Is that clear?" She turned to face me; I nodded. I was going to make her pay.

In her hands were a bottle of lube and a fleshlight. Lou had obviously been shopping while I was away. This was not a spur-of-the-moment thing; this had been planned. She walked towards me, the click-clack of her heels echoing around the silent man cave. The TV now showed an image of a half-naked Lucy on a train.

I heard a squirt noise, and my head snapped towards the sound. Lou was squirting lube into the fleshlight. She walked behind me, where I could only sense her... smell her. She squirted the bottle again, and then I heard it click onto the ground. Her hand reached from behind me and grasped me again. The cold lube made me gasp, as did her hand slowly moving up and down, her other hand holding the fleshlight against my hip as she nibbled my ear.

Then she put the fleshlight on me and started to stroke me with it. I had never used one before, and although it was not as good a feeling as Lou, it felt good.

I found myself leaning forward, being supported by the rope from the ceiling, as Lou increased the pace. It wouldn't be long...

She stopped. My body tried to keep going, but it was easy for Lou to remove the fleshlight; my body ached in frustration. Lou went and put the toy on the table and then picked up a bucket that had been hidden from view. I could see it was water. She came over and plunged my dick into the bucket of cold water.

A muffled scream came from my throat as she held it under the cold water; my erection quickly deflated.

She moved the bucket away. Tears had started rolling from my eyes, and my skin was trickling with water. I took deep breaths through my nose, trying to gain my bearings.

"Did you like that? I can't have you coming so soon, can I?" I looked down at my now flaccid dick, water droplets falling from the tip onto the floor.

"Do you need anything to eat or drink? We have to keep your strength up."

I nodded, unable to speak. Lou picked up a water bottle and a couple of sports gels. She pulled her negligée from my mouth, strings of saliva trailing from my mouth to the silk fabric.

She squeezed some water into my mouth. After I had swallowed, she squeezed in a couple of the gels and followed it with more water. "Better?" she asked me.

I smiled. "Much." I took some deep breaths. "You can put that back in my mouth now; I'm ready."

Lou smiled, kissed me again on the lips, and then gently replaced the material.

Lou looked at the screen on the wall. I looked up; the image had changed. It was an image I had never seen before. I felt stirrings from my loins again... this was going to be a long day.

I lost count of the number of times Lou edged me close to the point of ejaculation before pulling me back and calming me down. But the length of time she could tease me for was diminishing as I was so turned on.

She had dispensed with forcing the negligée into my mouth, letting me cry out loud. I had taken to screaming insults at her every time she stopped and plunged me into the water. I had even begged her not to do it, but that did not matter; she still did it and did it with glee.

She had already fitted me with a cock-and-ball ring, but she was now standing at the table again, looking at what she had left. There could not be many new things left for her to try. She had used a flogger on me a couple of times and whipped me with a crop for good measure. She had used nipple clamps on me and the Fleshlight repeatedly.

She picked up something off the table. "Right, Rob, it's time to pull out the big guns." She turned around and was holding her seven-inch pink dildo and the matching harness. Her face was clouded in lust. I watched her as she started putting the harness on. "Has all of this been leading to this? That's why you put your heels on, wasn't it? You want to fuck me in the arse, don't you?"

"Of course it was. I told you I have been planning this for ages. I think everyone should try this at least once, wouldn't you agree?"

I looked at her; she was now standing in front of me, rubbing the dildo with lube. I looked at my hands and arms, still tied up. I looked down at my own penis, already semi-hard, the bright blue colour of the cock ring standing out against my skin. I took a deep breath.

"I would be lying if I said I had never thought about it. I don't think I will last long before I cum, though. Do what you want to me, but please let me cum. Please. You can keep going after I have cum... I won't stop you."

Lou grabbed me by the chin and kissed me. She looked directly into my eyes. "I'm not going to fuck you straight away." I moaned again in frustration. "Don't worry," she said, pulling my chin down to look at her hand. In her palm was a prostate massager. "We are going to start with this. This is going to make you cum, and you will cum. Then I am going to untie you; you are going to bend over the sofa, and I am going to fuck you. Tell me you understand."

Looking at her, matching her stare, I gulped but nodded. "I understand."

She smiled that evil, lustful smile. "One more surprise for you. Hey Siri, FaceTime Lucy." The image on the screen changed to the FaceTime dialling screen. Lucy picked up. "Morning, Lou... oh... look at you two. Wow, this is a nice thing to watch on a Saturday." Lucy appeared to be moving her screen back. She had obviously been volunteering with the Scouts as she was in uniform, but she quickly unbuttoned the shirt, pushing it open to reveal her round breasts.

She left that yellow scarf on, its tails dropping between her full cleavage.

Lucy looked at the screen. "Lucy, I want you to watch Rob cum. Later he is going to fuck me; I think he is going to absolutely ruin me. I have been edging him for hours, so be ready, because I want you to be watching. I want you to get a taster of what he will do to you soon." Lucy laughed. "I can't wait."

Lou applied some of the lube to the massager, and then I felt her pour it down my bum crack, followed by her finger working slowly inward. Lou would on occasion slip a finger into my ass during sex. But this time felt different; the anticipation of what was next and what was to come after it was almost too much.

I felt the soft texture touching my anal opening. Lou leant into me. "Breathe," was all she said. Then she began slowly pushing it inside me.

It was a different sensation from Lou's finger, hard and bulbous, unforgiving. It felt like my muscles were fighting against it, trying to stop this alien invader. Lou kept slowly pushing, and then suddenly she was in. For a moment I thought I was going to pee. I realised that I was now standing on my tiptoes, my pelvis pushing forward. I followed Lou's advice; closing my eyes, I took a couple of deep breaths and lowered myself from my tiptoes to standing flat-footed. I slowly opened my eyes and was staring directly at Lucy on the screen. Her mouth half open, watching intently, her nipples hard, a flush of red across her collarbone. This was turning her on too, almost as much as me. I had been so in the moment I hadn't considered how turned on I was; I looked down. The cock and ball ring was making me look so hard, the veins in my dick bulging.

I could feel the gentle pressure from behind as Lou moved the massager around inside me, and then—wham! She hit the sweet spot; she had found my prostate.

"Fuuuccckkk!"

My pelvis thrust forward again as I bounced back up onto my tiptoes. I felt a brief movement behind me as Lou pressed a tiny button on the massager, and it started to buzz inside me; a warmth spread from my prostate towards my dick and my balls.

"Oh my... oh my God! This is so... oh God." I could not form coherent sentences; it was just words tumbling from me.

"That's so hot; look at him, Lou, he's going to explode," I heard Lucy say from the screen. I wanted to look up, to answer her, but I could not.

Lou whispered into my ear, "This will feel different; enjoy it." She was right; it felt so different. Her voice was now a husky croak, evidence of her own heightened arousal.

I could feel the warmth radiating through my body. "I'm going to..." and I came.

Semen burst from my dick in waves, reminding me of my first orgasm as a young teenager. Wave after wave of contractions flowed through my body for what felt like an age, continuing even after the semen had stopped. I felt my legs sag; I only remained upright because of the rope holding my arms. Lucy's eyes were closed, her head lolling back as she too reached her peak.

My erection remained. I felt Lou undo my arms, letting them drop to my sides. I staggered forward; Lou caught me and guided me to hold onto the side of the sofa. My breathing was starting to return to normal.

"Remember what I said was next?" she said to me. I looked at the sofa and then at her. I remembered.

I bent over the sofa, my ass high and exposed. Lou put her leg between mine and forced them apart. My still hard dick was rubbing on the leather of the sofa.

Lou poured more lube onto my ass. I heard the faint pop as she pulled the massager out, throwing it over my head onto the sofa. I felt the tip of the silicone cock she was wearing pushing against my anus; my rim resisted her as she pushed into me, and suddenly she was in. She was quick, which was good for me, as it had not given my body time to recover and resist, but I still could feel burning in my ass and tears welled up into my eyes.

She kept pushing in, slowly, centimetre by centimetre, until I felt full, until I thought there was no more room. And then she pulled out, slowly, agonisingly slowly, and then in, and out, and in, and out. She was picking up speed as my body became more accepting of this silicone invader.

Her hands were holding my hips as she ground into me; the constant motion was stimulating my cock against the sofa. I was so turned on, so hard; I was going to cum again soon.

"Do you like that? Do you like me fucking your arse? Do you like my girl cock riding you?"

I could only groan in agreement.

"Do you want more? Do you want a real cock in your arse? Would you do that for me, baby? Would you let a man ravage your arse while you suck my cunt?" Lou was moaning as she said this.

"God, I'd do anything for you," I managed to gasp. Lou whimpered as I said this; as she kept pushing into me, I could hear her getting closer to her own orgasm. I managed to crane my head up; Lucy was watching us intently. We made eye contact across the screen; she licked her lips. "I'll see you soon," she said, and unbelievably hung up.

By now my body had adjusted completely to this new sensation; in fact I was pushing back to meet Lou. "Fuck... I'm going to cum," I managed to stutter a split second before I did.

As I came, Lou reached her own shuddering climax, screaming and sinking her teeth into my shoulder.

We remained there for a few moments, Lou still pressed against me, both of us shaking. I craned my neck round to where Lou's face was, sweat dripping from her forehead onto my back.

"Was that all you thought it would be?" I whispered to her.

She staggered back, a louder pop this time as the dildo pulled free. The sense of emptiness was strange after being so full just seconds before. She stood, aimlessly looking around, her eyes appearing to have trouble focusing as she took large lungfuls of air. Meanwhile, liquid was rolling down her thighs as her hand automatically undid the strap-on harness, letting it fall to the floor.

I took a deep breath, then a second, and stood up. I could not believe that my cock was still hard. I turned to face Lou and stared into her vacant, glassy, almost trance-like eyes.

I have never hit Lou, not during the worst of arguments—and we have had a few. Neither of us has ever turned to violence... I slapped her breast.

Her head snapped back towards me, her eyes suddenly focusing, a look of shock on her face. I launched at her; the red mist had descended... but I was not angry, far from it. It was as though I had reverted to my most primal instincts. At that moment, I just wanted to fuck her. I wanted to plunge my rock-hard cock into her warm wet pussy; I wanted to fuck her and fill her. The primordial part of my brain just saw the need and acted on it.

I grabbed her, my hand around her throat, forcing my mouth to hers, kissing her hard. My hand went to her wet pussy as my other hand held her neck, my fingers plunging into her dripping cunt as Lou melted into me.

There were no words, just lust, as I swung her around and bent her face-first over the sofa armrest—the same one I had just been bent over. I pushed her face into the cushion in front of her; she eagerly responded.

I was savage; I had to have her. I rubbed my dick up and down her streaming cunt.

"Please, please," Lou begged.

I continued, coating my penis in her juices, feeling my lust rising. I slapped her ass.

"Fuck, please just..."

Another slap.

Lou raised her head. "Siri... FaceTime Lucy."

I held for a split second. Lucy's face appeared on the screen; she instantly could see this was different.

I made eye contact with Lucy and plunged into Lou's hot cunt in one brutal thrust; Lou's back arched, with a high-pitched wail from her mouth.

I grabbed a handful of her hair as I pounded into her, my body slamming violently against hers. I had abandoned all restraint as I fucked her. I felt her first orgasm, her body convulsing around my cock as I kept going.

"Fuck, fuck, aaaggghhh."

I looked up again at Lucy as I continued; her face was frozen in lustful fascination. She was leant back on her chair, her feet were up on the table, and she was fingering herself. This just encouraged me on to keep pounding Lou.

It was then I snarled in her ear, "Scream for me, you teasing little slut."

She screamed and her body shook as her second orgasm hit, closely followed by the next. As the orgasms rolled over her, one of her legs raised as she cried out, "Fill me, fill me with your cum."

She was not in charge now; I was. I would decide when I came, not her. With that, I let go of her hair, and before she had the chance to fall forward, I picked her up. Adrenaline had taken over, along with an animalistic hunger to breed her. I held her upright against my body, my dick deeper in her, as another orgasm smashed through her. Even now, I do not know how I managed it, but I carried her in this position across to my desk; every step was met with a squeal from Lou.

I pressed her face-first onto the desk and resumed my punishing pace; I would not let up. I pinned her face down and felt one of her hands underneath her begin to rub her pussy.

I finally exploded with a roar of ecstasy as she came one final time. I let go of her; I was still embedded in her as my own orgasm subsided. Lou looked up at Lucy on the screen.

"That's just a fraction of what he is going to do to you... Siri, end call."

Lou groaned as she slumped forward at the same time as I pulled out of her. I staggered back, flopping down onto the office chair. We stayed this way for a couple of minutes; the only sounds were our breathing and Lou declaring her love for me.

I returned to work the following Monday more relaxed than I had been for weeks. I felt like a great weight had been lifted; I was able to concentrate on what needed to be done for the good of the employees and the business. I knew we would survive; it would be hard work... but the business would survive. Lou was right; I needed someone to make the decisions for me, to take charge, even just for those couple of hours.

"Dominion"