Rand and Sharie live in a good-sized but somewhat modest house in the suburbs. Rand is the alpha male at work leading his small and efficient group of people well. He is well-liked and encourages support and comments from his staff. There is no doubt, however, that he is their leader. At work, he enjoys making the final decisions, even though it may be stressful.
At home, it is another story. Sharie, his wife, is in charge of everything. She makes all the decisions which Rand gladly obeys. Not only is Sharie in charge of household maintenance, she is his Mistress and his Goddess. She demands to be addressed "Mistress" or "Ma'am" whenever she allows him to address her. If he forgets she deals with it decisively and sometimes painfully. She controls his life. He accepts it and loves it that way. He is her slave. Sharie knows Rand enjoys this. For example, she punishes him regularly which he pretends is a sad lot in his life, but both secretly know he craves being dominated. Fortunately, Sharie is more than willing to oblige. She lays down all the rules. If either one of them breaks a rule or is deemed to underwhelmingly perform a task, Rand gets spanked. Additionally, Rand will get spanked if Sharie just feels like spanking him. It is a great relationship and a life both enjoy immensely.
This evening, Sharie was reclining on the living room sofa relaxing in just her long shirt, panties, and bra. She had sent Rand out of the room to fetch her some wine. She made it clear he was to return without a stitch of clothing on, and present to her the glass, which was only to be half filled and not a drop more. After the presentation, he was instructed to wait standing off to the side while she drank it slowly, savoring each sip. After a good ten minutes, she finished her drink and handed it to Rand. Without a word, he wiped the glass clean and placed it on the side table. She watched him as he completed his task to her satisfaction.
"Very good, slave. That was excellent wine. When did you buy it?"
"On my way home, Mistress, just as you ordered. I am thrilled you left the choice up to me."
"I am too. You did a good job. Come close and stand in front of me."
She snapped her fingers and held her hand out. He immediately placed his genitals within her reach although not daring to place them in her hands. She often orders him to do that but she did not this time. She took his penis into her hand and began stroking. He was in ecstasy almost at once. Sharie heard him groaning with pleasure and remarked on his long size. She began stroking harder and faster until Rand was about to lose his mind. He knew he would release soon if she continued stroking and hoped she would. Sharie knew that as well. She grasped his penis firmly at the base, stopping any flow that might soon build up. She looked at him tenderly. Rand is so tuned into his Mistress that a look from her controls him and connects the two as if by omniscience.
He was calm now, just as Sharie wanted. She knew his body better than Rand did himself which was key in how Rand obeyed and performed every whim she might have. He was also able to anticipate her thoughts, although as a slave, he tried not to supersede her position as Mistress. Besides knowing his body so well, she was able to anticipate ways to make him feel good. She pleasured him regularly, not believing in male chastity or punishment without pleasure. As she told him from their first day as Mistress and Slave, in order for a Slave to know how to give pleasure, he must receive pleasure. He thought of how lucky he was as he intently followed her orders and how she knew him so well, bringing him the pleasure of pain and the pleasure of pleasure. Although this time, he no doubt wished she would have kept stroking him instead of delaying his release.
Rand watched as Sharie pointed to the floor. Quickly, he slid off the couch and knelt in front of her. She nodded her approval. She lifted her foot and placed it onto his face. Her heel was on his mouth and her toes were over his nose.
“You may grasp my foot with your two hands. Carefully and gently, though.”
Rand did so very gently.
“Very good. You follow my commands well. Now lick the bottom of my foot and kiss it. Massage me expertly and then suck my toes as well. Place my foot away from your face momentarily. Before you begin, I will allow you to answer this question honestly. Are you looking forward to doing this? You and I know it doesn’t matter what you wish, but I’d like you to explain.”
“Oh, yes Mistress. I would love to serve you by kissing your feet. I love to massage you to make you feel good after a hard day and I would love to lick and suck your foot and toes. It thrills me to serve you and show you how much you are in charge. It excites me more than anything.”
“Kissing my feet?”
“Attending to you with foot worship brings me much excitement, Mistress.”
She smiled at him. “You may begin.”
She roughly placed her foot back. Rand grasped her foot and with his tongue licked the bottom of her foot from heel to toe massaging her sole hard with emphasis below her big toe and then the arch. With his thumb, he continued vigorously rubbing the top of her foot with his two long fingers rubbed beneath her toes on the bottom side sliding his third finger between her toes and cleaning them out, all the while continuously massaging the bottom. He grasped the top and bottom simultaneously and held the foot as if it were a package. Rand savored kissing and sucking her feet. He felt it showed total devotion and submission which he craved deeply. He brought her gorgeous foot to his mouth. He kissed her big toe gently allowing his tongue to tickle the underside. She chuckled and jerked her foot away. She is quite ticklish.
She waited for him to laugh along with her and placed her toe into his open mouth. Rand greedily engulfed her big toe and slid up and down tasting the calloused skin and salty flavor. He repeated this three or four times before sliding over to the middle toe and starting the process over again. He gently kissed her second toe before sliding his entire mouth over it. Her toe was long and Rand felt it hit the back of his tongue but managed to move her without gagging. Rand had to be very careful not to let it touch his teeth. He knew that his Mistress would not like that. He moved his mouth to the third toe and repeated sucking up and down and up and down. Her fourth toe got only a quick peck sucking the upper portion before reaching the pinky toe. A fast kiss and suck was all that was needed because of its small size. Rand knew he had to complete all five toes in a timely fashion and did. He then returned to the top of her foot giving one long lick tasting sweat and sweetness. Her foot was smooth, and he kissed hungrily and completely. He continued in this way (and would all night if necessary) until his Mistress decided it was enough. She roughly pulled her foot away smacking his nose with her big toe. Without a word, she lifted her other foot and planted it on his face.
“Other foot, please. You have done a good job on the first foot so repeat your devotion to this one. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Mistress, with pleasure.”
“Will it provide you with pleasure, slave?”
“Yes, Ma’am, enormous pleasure.”
“Oh, this sounds like something you are enjoying. Are you worthy of this enjoyment?
Rand looked stunned, knowing this was a tricky question. The wrong answer could get him in trouble. He paused for a long time.
“Well, my slave husband? Are you worthy? Did you do a good enough job to clean my other foot with your tongue and worship this foot as well?”
“I can only say that you, my beautiful Mistress, decide whether my attentions are good enough to meet your high standards.”
“Terrific answer, slave! You know I was testing you. Yes, you did a splendid job. You may enjoy yourself some more by continuing to attend to my second foot.”
He nodded and repeated the same devoted ministrations to his beautiful Mistress. He slavishly attended to her second foot in a similar pattern that was different in some ways but just as attentive in pleasing her completely.
When she felt it was enough she removed her foot from his lips, gently this time. She instructed Rand to stand up facing her. Even though his body was about a foot away from the side of the bed where she now sat facing him, his penis was practically touching the side. She firmly grasped his penis in her hand and pulled him to her until he was as close to the bed as possible.
“You have proven yourself once again as being a very talented foot worshiper. How else do you love to serve me?"
“Massaging your back and neck, Mistress."
She smacked his penis very hard, smiling as the action of her watching it bob up and down amused her. She then smacked it from left to right and this seemed to amuse her even more. She placed her hand underneath and smacked it a third time watching it bob up and down again.
"You amuse me, slave. How else can my body allow you to serve me?"
She reached around. She gave his ass one big slap and began rubbing it.
"Do you like servicing my ass even after I have thoroughly thrashed yours until it is red and sore?"
"Oh yes, Mistress. Very much."
She removed the remaining articles of clothing on her body. The purple panties and lace bra fell to the floor.
"You like what you see, don't you? Your penis is frantically waving hello at me."
She stood up and walked behind him.
"That is good to hear. You are often ordered to present your ass to your Mistress so she can do as she wishes with it. Now, I am giving you the chance to decide. I offer you my ass. You may do what you want to it. This is an offer which may not come around again. You can service me to show adoration which I know you love, you may even spank me lightly. Of course, I will make sure to punish you heavily just to remind you not to take it as a privilege. What do you think you would do?"
To emphasize her final question she raked her fingernails across Rand's ass causing him to jump. She followed that by bringing her arm as far back as she could and giving his ass one big wallop. Seeing him off balance she nudged him slightly which sent him flopping onto the bed. Rand knew he mustn't stay that way since Mistress did not give him permission to lie on the bed. He found himself bent over with his rear sticking out and immediately attempted to stand up but her voice stopped him.
"Don't you dare move. Stay right where you are. Now, answer my last question. What would you do if you had my ass to your own devices?"
Rand found it hard to answer with his face buried in the mattress but managed to speak clearly anyway. Sharie took notice of this and marveled at his submission to her. She knew she would reward him later that night.
"If you would indulge me, Ma'am. That question is easy for a devoted man like me to answer. I would kiss, fondle, massage and even lick your ass to my heart's content until I decided to stop."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Mistress, very sure."
"I have spanked you many times. I have made you sore. I have ordered you to look at yourself in the mirror and asked you if you thought your ass was made red enough. Often times I spank you more after that whether you answer in the affirmative or the negative. I have spanked you for answering 'yes' because you dared to tell me your ass should not be turned redder and I have spanked you more for saying 'no' implying I did not do an adequate job the first time. I have spanked you for your misdeeds and I have spanked you for my misdeeds. I have also spanked you merely because I felt like spanking you. Now, here is your chance to get me back and all you want is to kiss my ass? Wait, before you answer again, bend over the bed I am going to give you a reminder of how I treat your ass whenever I wish. Give me the hairbrush and bend over!"
Rand did as she wished, handing her the implement that would cause him imminent pain without so much as one feeling of dread. Rather it was a feeling of anticipation. He was happy to be in this spot, knowing what she was about to do to him. He not only loved her very much, he also craved submitting to her and worshipping her body. He already knew what his decision would be. He would never want to abuse the body of my Goddess. Sharie did too but loved any reason to spank him. It was a game they both loved.
"I know you love my hand smacking your skin but I want you to be reminded that I can be cruel and spank you with an implement so the skin-on-skin contact that you adore will not be happening this time. Also, remember this spanking is not punishment for displeasing me but a spanking because I feel like doing it to drive home the point I was making. Are you ready? Will you accept a spanking from me to demonstrate how sore I can make you even though I have done it many times before and you know how it is going to feel?"
"Yes, Mistress. I accept it lovingly."
Rand raised my hand as if he were in school and Sharie was his teacher. She pointed to him encouraging him to speak.
"I love your attention to me. I love that you take the time to spank me and show me how I can be better. I love looking at you, especially when we are both nude. Would you kiss me?"
"Yes, my handsome husband. But we must remain standing. I plan on spanking you first before I feel the pleasure of your touch on me."
They locked into a passionate embrace. Each kissing deeply with their hands flying all over their bodies. This was the deep passion they felt for each other revealing itself as it did frequently. These are the feelings they express toward each other every day and which they both knew would continue for the rest of their lives.
Finally, they both broke away and sat on the bed, trying to catch their breath. The spell had been broken. However, Sharie's true genius as a dominatrix shone brightly at times like this. They both felt like going into the bedroom where Rand could pleasure her many times but Sharie wanted to get back to administering her dominance. She did not want her slave to see a crack in her appearance.
As usual, she knew what was best for them and for Rand himself. She knew he needed this. After the stress of being in charge at work, she wanted to be in total charge of him. it is what was good for him and totally great for her. So her talent for dominance easily brought them both back to where Rand was not going to get out of her punishing him. He needed to relax and put himself totally in Sharie's hands (literally and figuratively). He knew he could trust her since he was never to be in charge of things at home. For her part, she loved taking over and it was fun when she could turn his ass red at any time.
She stood up and took a deep breath. Rand stared at his wife's beautiful naked body. Sharie noticed this but instead of feigning anger, she played into his no-doubt lewd fantasies. She walked up to him and turned around with her back facing him. She pretended to drop something and bent all the way over, giving him a good look at her ass which is the part of her body which he dreamt about and loved the most. Rand, showing remarkable self-control managed not to touch her even though every fiber of his being wanted to just feel her sexy rear. Sharie turned back around and nodded to him acknowledging the control he displayed. She walked away, knowing she had to change his current thought pattern. Sharie looked at him and in a very businesslike manner shook her finger at him until he looked at her.
"Before we begin, I will first ask you about stress. You know I can get stressed from all the complexities of my day. We decided that stress is the number one killer in our society. How do we deal with it when I feel stressed?"
"You order me over your knee and spank me hard. I know you love it when your stress is relieved, Mistress.”
"You have a job with a lot of responsibilities. I try to be very attentive to you and watch out when I feel you are getting stressed as well and want to take care of you when you feel like this. What do I do to relieve your stress?"
"You order me over your knee and spank me hard. You know I love it when my stress is relieved, Mistress. You are so intelligent and caring to put fair rules into place for such important health matters. As you say, the rules must be consistent in order to be effective and over the years your method has proven to be a terrific stress reliever every time."
She walked over to Rand's left side and told him to stand up straight. She slapped his face. Now she had his full attention.
He quickly corrected himself. "ALMOST every time. I know we must be accurate. Even though it has worked each time we never can predict the future. You are right, Ma'am. Thank you for keeping me on my toes at all times. Sorry, Mistress!"
She pointed down to the bed giving him a wordless command. He bent back over the bed burying his head into the sheet.
She picked up the hairbrush. It was a new, flat wooden one she knew he had not seen before. She held it out to him so he could get a good look. She placed it behind his neck and slowly traced it down his back, soothingly covering every inch. She knew he could not relax and feel the nice, soft wood. He knew what was coming next and could not think of anything else. She sensed it as his body tensed up.
"Relax, my love. Feel the coolness the smooth back of the brush can provide. Enjoy the moment. Don't think of what is in store. Life is short. Enjoy everything you can."
"Yes, Mistress. That is a clever way of looking at things."
"Are you surprised?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She slapped his ass hard with the brush
"I mean, no, Mistress!"
She smacked his ass hard two more times.
"What I mean, Mistress, is that your philosophy is so simple and so right. I am not surprised that you gave me good advice. I have come to expect that. It's just that it's so simple."
"Very good, slave. You have explained yourself well. Perhaps I will reward you in other ways than another spanking if this keeps up."
She spanked his ass hard three more times with the brush.
"That is for making me ask the same question several times."
Sharie was in total control now. Smacking him even after he gave the right answer gave her more control. She was the best and Rand knew it. She got him totally off balance, not knowing if his actions would lead to her pleasuring him or punishing him. That is how a good Mistress handles her slave. He was a lucky man.
She then reached around and grasped his penis, stroking it several times until it was ramrod straight.
"Yes, I could tell you are ready for some other action. Continue to be good and you may get some."
With that she released him. It was disappointing but the prospect of being touched, even if she only decided to do it briefly without allowing him to cum, gave him an added incentive to withstand the spanking well.
"By the way, since this is a sort of special spanking and since it is with a new, wooden brush, not with my hand which you love the most, I will allow you to cry out as much as you like throughout the spanking or until I decide that you be silent. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."
Once again, her wisdom guided his life well. Even though it was only a short time he enjoyed her loving feeling emanating through the brush. She finished rubbing his back with the brush and started on his ass. She rubbed around in a circle, then tapped his right ass cheek indicating she was about to start. She lifted the brush off his skin so he would feel nothing at all. She must have held it for a good twenty seconds. He knew that holding it in the air for that long must have caused discomfort in her arm. This made him love his sometimes harsh Mistress even more, if that was possible. From his perspective, he only saw that she was willing to risk discomfort to teach him to think better. He made a mental note to kiss her hand and arm lovingly to thank her when she concluded he was sufficiently spanked. Of course, it goes without saying that his favorite way of thanking her was to eat and stroke her pussy until she was pleasured but thanking her for holding her arm in the air so long must also be added.
Finally, she crashed the brush on his left cheek.
"OWWW!!!"
She repeated the gesture and stayed on his left cheek at least 8 more times, each time getting harder. This surprised him. Usually, she'd start slow and build up her speed but this time she started fast!
"OWWW!!! OWWW!!! OWWW!!! OWWW!!! OWWW!!! OWWW!!! OWWW!!! OWWW!!! OWWW!!!"
She then concentrated on the right cheek.
"OWWW!!! OWWW!!! OWWW!!! OWWW!!! OWWW!!! OWWW!!! OWWW!!! OWWW!!! OWWW!!!"
After many swats, she finished and put away the brush. Rand was near tears as he crawled into her arms as they snuggled.
She looked at him.
"Well, have you decided or do you need more time? Whatever you decide, I am going to spank you again before I pleasure you. So, what will it be?"
"I have decided long before this latest hairbrush spanking."
"I thought so."
Without another word, Sharie rolled over on her stomach and lifted her pretty ass in the air. Rand scrambled down to her and started kissing and fondling it, which surprised neither of them.
They simultaneously thought about how lucky they were.
