Background: My wife and I are considering getting into BDSM, something I've very lightly dipped my toes into before, and often fantasized about. She on the other hand is curious, but not really sure what people find so erotic about the practice. Being a writer professionally, I decided to write a story about a hypothetical scene between us, to show her what was hot about erotic power exchange. So forgive the odd first person/second person experimental narration. She was very turned on by this story, and asked me to write more and to share it and see what kind of response it got. There is much more to come if y'all like this one! Tips and feedback welcome!

“Are you sure you want to try this?”

We were on our way to a cabin, just the two of us, for a long weekend. After taking some stupid sex quiz online, we had talked about trying some new things, and returning to some old ones for a second look. But between work and travel and the stresses of a relationship and city life, we hadn’t gotten around to it yet. Since we had already planned a weekend away I suggested that we try to knock some of the items off that list that weekend. I pointed out how you had listed being submissive to me as something you wanted to try. And it was! In theory. But what would it mean in practice?

“What do you mean the whole weekend?”

“I mean I’ll take charge of planning out our sex life for the weekend. And all you have to do is do what I say.” The idea was kind of hot, but you were nervous about my expectations.

“You mean just while we’re fucking though right? Like I don’t want to have to stay in character all weekend.”

“You don’t have to be in character at all, at any point. Just be yourself.”

“Myself isn’t someone who submits to someone’s fantasy to use me as a sex toy.”

“Well, maybe that’s not what you’re doing, really. Maybe you’re submitting to your own fantasies.” To be fair we had come up with a list of “must do’s” and “want to do’s” together. You knew I wasn’t going to spring anything on you that you weren’t ready for. And the idea of not knowing what was in store was exciting, within boundaries.

“Ok but you still didn’t answer my question, you mean just during sex right? You don’t expect me to fetch things for you or do all the chores right?”

“Not unless you get off on that. But it doesn’t necessarily all have to be in the bedroom either. If some aspects of the dynamic pop up outside of sex, it almost is like a type of foreplay that lasts all day.” So we talked. And talked. About boundaries and lube and fantasies and safety. We picked a safeword, even though we didn’t plan on doing anything extreme. I explained it doesn’t have to be extreme or dangerous to use a safeword, sometimes totally innocuous things turn out to be more emotionally dangerous than we expect.

“Babe, I said, are you sure you want to try this?” You nodded. Seeing your sheepish nod I stiffened. “No, no, no. You have to say it out loud.” I dragged out the last syllable and smiled.

“Yes, let’s do it.”

“Let’s do what?”

“Oh my god ok ok, I want to submit to you sexually for this weekend.”

For the rest of the ride we chatted about our friends. We listened to music. We stopped to buy groceries. Normal couple stuff.

We pulled into the rental house around 2pm. It was nice, it was very secluded with a sturdy porch, and tons of old growth forest trees. I decided that at some point that weekend I was going to get a blow job on that stately ass porch. I got out of the car by myself and grabbed the keys from the lockbox since it was raining. Luckily there was a garage door opener included, and I parked the car in the garage. You reached for the handle to get out.

“No. Wait.” You realized we were starting now. As in now, now. Right now. You weren't sure what to do or how to hold yourself. How should you act? You just froze. Turns out, that was the correct move. “I want you to take your clothes off before you get out of the car. This weekend, we’re both going to be spending a lot of time naked. It’s a sexy cabin weekend, right? But you are going to be spending the entire time naked. Obviously when we go into town you can wear whatever you want, but your clothes are not at any point to enter the house, is that understood?” Is that understood? I don’t talk like that. Who was I being?

“I thought you said we didn’t have to be in character all weekend?”

“This isn’t a character. I’m playing a role. And I think that it’s easier for both of us to get out of our heads and into a role if there are obvious outward signs of that role. It’s semiotics or something, babe.” I clicked the button to close the garage door. “Plus I just like to see you naked.”

So you took your clothes off there in the passenger seat. You spread your legs slightly, almost by instinct, and waited for my touch with your eyes mostly closed. It was awkward, sure, but the feeling of the air against your skin and the knowledge that you had just taken the first of many big steps that weekend turned you on. I took your clothes and got out of the car. I opened the trunk and put them folded away in your suitcase, from which I grabbed your slippers. I opened the passenger door and handed them to you.

“Obviously you can wear these though. Come on, let’s take in the groceries.” You felt awkward again carrying groceries completely naked, especially with the stark contrast of me being fully clothed. Somehow even the most mundane act like asking me which drawer I was thinking to put the fruit in, took on a whole new sexier meaning in this context. Finally we went back to the garage for our suitcases.

“Remember, your clothes can’t come in. Leave them here in the trunk, and bring everything else you need.”

“What if I get cold?”

“It’s a vacation rental, babe. We’re cranking the heat all weekend obviously.” We both laughed. For a moment you forgot that you were naked, it was just… normal. But then you caught me looking at your gorgeous body luridly and remembered how exposed you were.

We got to work making a simple lunch. I checked in about how you were feeling so far. It was a bit strange to have a check in while you chopped carrots in the nude. How were you supposed to maintain a straight face, feeling half in and half out of the dynamic? You said so far so good, and shared with me some of your thoughts. When you mentioned how you had been horny in the passenger seat and had been hoping that I would touch you right then. So, I decided it was better late than never.

“Stand up and put your hands on the table.” My demeanor had changed so abruptly you were startled, but after all this anticipation, you were more than ready. You realized I had been right, being naked all this time while I wasn’t had made you feel more primed for a submissive role. It felt natural to do what I said. You were excited to get started.

“Flat on the table. Back straight. Legs shoulder width.” I came up behind you, and you turned to look at me. “Eyes forward.” What was I planning to do? My finger lightly grazed the inside of your thigh, and it was almost too much to bear. When I reached up to touch your nipple your arms almost gave. But you held the position, eager to see what was next. I tickled gently in and around your vulva and ass, your hips and your belly. I asked you to repeat what you had said a minute ago.

“I said I was kind of hoping you were going to start touching me right there.”

“Touching you how?”

“You know, like sexually…”

“No I don’t know. Tell me what you wanted?” Was this some kind of trick? Had you unknowingly broken some rule? Was there going to be punishment? Spanking had been on the list of things to try, but you hadn’t really imagined it being used as a punishment. For that matter you hadn’t imagined really being punished at all. Was that really something people did, and not just something in pornos and sleazy romance novels? You didn’t know how you would react to that, but you had to admit some part of you was curious. You certainly weren’t intending to say your safeword before lunchtime, at least not without dipping your toes in the pool first.

“I wanted you to get me off, right there in the car.”

“So you were horny.”

“Well, yeah.”

“And what made you horny?” I waited and stroked up and down your legs. So close to your clit but not quite there. I pulled the chair out and sat down and stroked your exposed waist and waited. You didn’t want to say it out loud. It felt like admitting too much, giving up too much ground. But you also didn’t know how much more gentle caressing and teasing you could take before you exploded. The worst was not being able to look back at me, to see my face, to know which part of your body would would be played with next.

“What. Made. You. Horny? If you expect to come this weekend you’ll answer me now.”

“Oh my god it made me horny to be ordered to take off my clothes. And then, it made me horny to actually do it. It made me horny to know that all weekend long you’ll have a full view of my body, to know that you can reach out and touch it at any time. That I had signed up for you to do other things to it too. It made me horny to realize that I wanted this, that I wanted you to have that power over me, that I wanted you to enjoy me in this way. Even though I’m not supposed to! It made me horny that before I even got out of the car and into the house I was already looking forward to doing this again sometime. And it made me so horny that I was practically dying for you to make me come right there. I’m embarrassed to admit it but also I’m too turned on not to, ok?”

“Don’t worry babe. We will do this again sometime.” I began stroking your clit. Finally! You stayed there, legs apart, hands flat on the table as I slowly brought you to the edge of orgasm. I stopped. Your personal effects were still on the table, and you watched me pull out a vibrator and return to stand behind you. I began inserting one finger into your vagina. I placed the vibrator against your clit. You let out a moan. I inserted a second finger. You leaned back into it almost imperceptibly.

“Stay fucking still.” I remind you. Slowly I move my fingers in and out of you as the vibe brings you closer and closer to coming. Orgasm building, you noticed yourself getting less and less worried about the spanking. You were glad you had broken a rule if this is what punishment is. Finally you came, and hard. Your knees buckled, and your arms went loose. I used the weight of my body against you to keep you pinned to the table so you could really let the feeling flow over your body. When you returned to Earth, you got back into the position and waited.

“Come on, let's make lunch.” I said cheerfully.

“You… but… so you’re not going to spank me?”

“What? Who said anything about that? Do you want me to spank you?”

“Well… uh no.” You reply sheepishly. But I suspect you do deep down.

“Haha, don’t get ahead of yourself,” I say. “We have all weekend.”