Femdom Domestic Discipline Series Preview
I am massively guilty of starting writing on a series then not finishing or not publishing when I know I should.
So, this post will hurry me a long. Here is an excerpt from a new series that just needs the finishing touches before I publish it.
I hope you like it.
Barrys Friday Maintenance
After Barry and Jo had been married for a few years they fell into the same old routine of a married couple, but it started to lose it spark, its special qualities that kept them as a couple. The sex and the intimacy had been great and particularly when they’d met at Uni, but after a while it eventually wore off.
Jo had been the first to state the obvious, “What’s wrong with us? We seem to be drifting apart,” and Barry had nodded. “Sweetheart,” he said, “we seem to be getting into a rut. I’ve, ah, been thinking of spicing it up a bit.”
After a lot of discussion and more than a few shocks for Jo, Barry had explained his hidden kink. He talked about his feeling of ‘almost a loss sweetheart, of something missing’ as he explained it and how it had been consuming him. Barry admitted to watching porn on his computer and wanking off to it, then when he showed Jo, showed her the kinds of porn he was drawn to they had some long discussions. At one stage they talked about breaking up but they both loved each other so much and they both wanted to stay together, but as Barry said, ‘sweetheart, it, this thing, this is coming between us,’ so they worked on it and found a way to make it work.
This opened a whole new world for Jo, something she would never have dreamed of in a million years, but it somehow resonated with a part of her deep inside and clearly it did with Barry.
All of a sudden she realized why they got on so well, why Barry was so attentive and wanted to please her so much and why he put her first so often. It explained why she was the defacto leader in the relationship and it was her who often drove the conversation, the lifestyle and the dynamic within their marriage.
The Maintenance
It was Friday night and Barry was looking forward to the night out. He and his wife Jo tried to get out once a week and despite their busy lifestyles in finance and accountancy, they usually managed it.
This week they were meeting up with Amanda and Frank, friends from their early university days. They’d not seen them in at least a few years and truth be told, they were both in slight awe of them. Amanda and Frank really had achieved well, Frank was the CFO of a large organization and Amanda was the CEO at the same place and they looked to be raking in the money considering their lifestyle. Also truth be told, Barry was a little in awe of Amanda as she was so definite, strong, and absolutely no nonsense. He wondered at the dynamic in their relationship at home as after all he and Jo had what many would consider an unusual system. But it worked and that was what mattered to them both.
His reverie about the night to come was cut short when he heard, “Barry, come in here please darling,” Jo called from their bedroom. She’d left to get ready a little while ago and even though it was two hours till they were scheduled to meet Amanda and Frank, Jo liked to try on different outfits and take her time. Maybe she wanted some ideas or feedback on the outfits she’d chosen, he reasoned.
On entering the master bedroom he saw plenty of Jo’s clothes on the bed, ‘so that must be it’ he thought but then he noticed something else which made all other thoughts evaporate. Jo was holding her XH tawse from MC Customs, the supremely painful three tail leather strap that she’d come to love using and he’d come to dread.
“Pop your clothes off darling,” she said with a smile. She pointed the strap at the carpet at the end of their bed, “Then just kneel there please. I’m thinking you could do with a maintenance and I feel like a heart starter for the night. Quickly now,” she said.
Sometimes he regretted their marital discipline relationship as he stripped off. He folded then put his clothes on the end of the bed, neatly, as that had been strapped into him many times, then he knelt on the floor where she’d pointed.
Kneeling and naked, looking up at his lovely wife dressed only in a bra and g-string he felt his cock erecting, and particularly so when he watched her running the leather of that split strap between her hands, caressing the leather as she smiled. Over the last little while Jo had developed quite an aptitude for erotic tease and also, he suspect, a blooming leather fetish. Not that he minded at all, it added a spice to the whole maintenance thing.
Jo walked to stand beside him then she bent so a bra covered breast was in his face, her scent and her perfume strong in his nose, “Tonight when we are at dinner you can think of this,” she said.
His erection was now straining as he nuzzled the bra covered delight of his wife. He loved her breasts and them being in a bra seemed to make them all that much more sensuous and erotic.
“Hands UP,” she said firmly with her face next to his.
He lifted his left hand up to kneeling face height then supported it with his right. His wife quickly moved in front so he was now looking over the top of his palm at his wife in her bra and g-string holding her strap. The imminent pain of what was coming was now tempered by the sight of his wife and her strap, as it always did.
With a smile she flicked the three tailed strap up onto his palm then moved back till her arm was nearly straight with the strap extending out and down across his palm and onto his fingers, just laying there feeling menacing and cool. Jo liked to tease, to flick the strap up so he could feel it and anticipate what was to come. Sometimes she would pull the strap off, raise it, then lower it and again gently flick it up to sit there, taking her time, drawing it out, ramping up his feelings as he waited for the strapping to start.
This really did focus the mind. His palm at face height meant he was looking at it, and the end of the strap and along the leather to his wife in front of him in her bra and g-string. She looked damned hot but also dreadfully severe.
“Hands flat, look at me, keep them still,” Jo said sharply and not really needing to say, but they’d talked about this and the theater of the strapping was enhanced by her saying that and she seemed to like doing it. Then after a moment the strap was pulled back then flicked up high and over behind her bare shoulder. This really did focus the mind.
Jo usually took her time with a hand strapping so that he had time to appreciate each stroke, she said, and also to appreciate her she also said. He sure did. It absolutely captivating his mind being in this position and it left nothing to the imagination.
Six Of The Best
— to be continued very soon —