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!

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2

We cooked dinner like a normal couple, if you could ignore the pulsing butt plug inside you. That and the fact that you were still naked except for your slippers and the apron I gave you to wear to protect yourself while cooking. We made plates and walked to sit at the table. Before you sat I made a chastising grunt.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You stopped in your tracks, not sure what it could be that you had forgotten. Your muscles tensed as I walked around behind you. I untied your apron. Not really sure what you had been tense about in the first place you felt a wave of relief and removed the apron. “I’m really starting to enjoy looking at your breasts as I eat. How are you enjoying all this so far?”

The plug in your ass chimed suddenly before you could respond. It was set to vibrate for one second every thirty seconds, and each time hit you like a surprise. They were constant reminders of your submission to me, washing over you at a regular rhythm like waves. As this wave receded you searched for words to describe the thousands of contradictory emotions boiling inside you.

“It’s complicated. I mean the whole thing feels a little embarrassing when you really look at it. What if someone found out what we get up to? Not that they will, just, I’m imagining what people might think. It’s all a little goofy sometimes too.”

“Nobody will find out, and even if they did, there are millions of people who play like this, they just don’t all go around telling everyone about it. Why do you think there’s so many weird implements in every sex shop?”

“Ok but… is this something you need on a regular basis? Is there some part of you fantasizing about having me as a permanent sex slave? I can’t shake the feeling that six months from now you’ll be telling me I’m not allowed to wear clothes at home at all anymore.”

“How exactly would that work without your consent?” It wouldn’t, you realized, and that was what scared you the most. At the thought of continuing to explore this dynamic past this weekend you felt butterflies in your stomach. Your biggest fear was that you would want more and not know how to express it. You’d have to ask for it, by name. You were hoping, deep down, that I would ask for it over and over again, so that you wouldn’t have to face the humiliation of asking to be used, to be below me, to be given orders. Your plug vibrated again.

“Well can we at least just have regular sex tonight?” You were only half conscious of the fact that you were testing me. Feeling around in the dark for boundaries. Would I let up? Did I have a soft spot? Or was the only way out going to be using your safeword?

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea, babe. We’re trying to cement our roles here, it’s only the first day. I think that letting up now would make things more difficult for us tomorrow, I have a big day planned for you, and I think it will be that much more difficult of an ordeal if I give you a night off from submission now. But I can meet you halfway. We can have mostly normal sex, but only if you suggest two satisfactory ways to express the role you’ve chosen to take this weekend during it. But if they aren’t to my liking, I’m going to pick my own, and trust me, you don’t want that.”

You had to choose your own torment. At least it was ostensibly in exchange for something you wanted. You could bypass the double humiliation of asking to be humiliated by telling yourself that I was forcing you to do it. It almost worked. At least, it wasn’t as humbling as asking to be dominated out of nowhere later on would be.

“Seriously? Ok fine…” You sat deep in thought, trying to think of your two acts of submission. You didn’t want to show your hand by asking for your true deepest desires, you preferred to have those squeezed out of you by my dominance. But then again, maybe that wasn’t the smartest way to play this, and you knew you couldn’t ask for something too vanilla and risk that it didn’t meet my standards.

“You can spank me first if you want. Twenty swats.” Your eyes could not have been lower to the ground as you asked for the thing we both knew you had expected, had wanted to experience. You thought some more about the second thing, and finally remembered something I had said once. “And you can finish on my face if you want.” Your insides vibrated.

After dinner it was time to take the butt plug out. I had read stories about people being “forced” to wear them all day: at work or while running errands. I didn’t know back then that in real life you have to pull it out every so often and re-apply or else water based lube dries. You were bent over the back of the couch, wincing and trying to relax your ass muscles.

“I’m sorry babe, this is on me, maybe I should have done more research, or started with a smaller one?” I felt really bad, and I felt it was important to say so, as a human but also especially as a dominant. I played with your clit a little hoping that getting you aroused would assist in the relaxing. You moaned into the couch cushion. I tugged lightly as I saw your sphincter widen just a tad, and it came out without too much pain. You started to straighten and stand up when suddenly you felt my hand bending you back down, pushing your face gently back into the cushion.

“Not so fast. I’m going to spank you now, like you asked me to. I want you to count them out loud. Stay how you are and wait.” You felt apprehension, where could I possibly have gone? A minute later I returned and placed something on the side table, but you couldn’t see what it was without lifting your head.

As the first few swats landed, you thought to yourself that it wasn’t so bad. Now that you were growing accustomed to letting things be done to you without complaint or objection, it was almost relaxing. 

“Seven!” You yelped with surprise. That one was not so light. I continued, alternating cheeks landing each slap slightly more intense. At around fifteen you started to wiggle and readjust with each one. So I took both of your wrists and held them behind your back, pressing you down against the couch, preventing you from moving. 

“Oh my god nineteen! Jesus!” I could tell I was nearing your limit, but I trusted you to provide me feedback if it was too rough, or to use your safeword if you wanted it to stop. Your ass was burning, you couldn’t see but it was turning a delightful pink, like someone had applied a thick rouge to it.

“Ooof ok twenty!” You tried to get up but I clenched your wrists tighter and held you in place.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to get up, we agreed on twenty.”

“We didn’t agree on anything. You suggested twenty, but this weekend your body belongs to me. I don’t need your permission to spank you, and I can do it as much as I want, when I want. I think you need to be reminded of that.”

“Babe… isn’t this just supposed to be a game?” You were nervous I was getting in too deep, that it was all getting too real.

“Yeah babe of course it is. But a game is only fun if you actually take it seriously and follow the rules.” I was right, you had to admit. You had agreed to the terms of the game, and I hadn’t crossed any limits or boundaries we had discussed. If I was willing to play by the rules you had to be as well. Your back muscles loosened and your head relaxed onto the pillow as you resigned yourself to being hit until I felt satisfied.

“The next few are going to be different. This is called a flogger.” You realized that must have been what I went to get earlier.

It hurt. You were already sore down there, and the many cords attached to this flogger landed on you with force similar to a hand, but you could also feel each individual sting. They lashed you like twenty tiny bites with each blow. Sometime after you counted thirty for me, you began to enter a different headspace. You weren’t so aware of the room around you, or my hand holding your wrists together. The discomfort of holding this position for so long began to drain from your body and be replaced by a buzzing feeling: a laser focus on your ass, on the stinging sensation. Thoughts and anxieties about work, money, relationships all began to drift upwards and leave your body feeling light and empty. Without past or future to worry about, you settled comfortably into the present, which seemed to stretch out forever in all directions, immutably.

“Forty.” I released your hands and they fell down to the couch. You just lay there for a while, in a weird painful bliss. I went to get you a glass of water, and helped you get up and onto the couch to sit down next to me. I held you and pushed your hair out of your face.

“You did really good there, babe. How are you feeling about it?” You genuinely didn’t know.

“I… I don’t know.” You sipped the water. I held you and stroked your skin lightly. You nuzzled your face into my chest and leaned onto me to avoid sitting directly on your very sore butt. The pain felt like pain again, but you were almost proud of it. It carried a sweet memory.

After you finished your water my comforting strokes got closer and closer to your clit. I made you come on the couch right there, after which the life started returning to your body and you began fumbling to get my clothes off. I let you suck my cock for a while on the couch, before suggesting we went upstairs.

When I entered you another wave of strange emotions took over. I was gentle, and I made sure to position myself so that my hip rubbed your clit and got you off. You remembered that I loved you, that at the end of the day I wanted you to have fun. But at the same time you still felt the pain I had inflicted on you, and you were keenly aware that there would be more to come that weekend. In a sublime way though your body relaxed into submission as you came.

“Ohhhh thank you sir.” You felt the words pass your lips like someone else was saying them. You couldn’t imagine why you would talk that way. I was taken aback, I hadn’t ordered, or even suggested that you call me sir. It felt good though, and I just smirked. 

I kept thrusting in the same position though, pretty sure I could get you to come again. It didn’t take long either. I lifted your legs up on my shoulders and began pumping faster, now it was my turn to come. You knew I was getting closer.

“But wait, don’t forget to come on my face.”

“Are you sure? We can postpone that for tomorrow if you’re not feeling it.” I guess I am a big softy. 

“No, I want it.” You couldn’t believe it but you did, it was true. It wouldn’t feel right to back down from the dynamic now. You worried it would knock you down from the cloud you were on if you were making decisions again.

You felt the strips of come land one by one. I tried to avoid your eyes but it wasn’t easy. You were grateful. But you were also nervous about what could possibly be in store tomorrow.