Sneak peek

 

It's been a long month of chastity and strict rules in the house.  My wife has completely cut me off from any sexual contact or pleasure.  Not that I mind my denial, but I do miss pleasuring her.

I'm not quite sure what the endgame is here.  I've asked some vague roundabout questions to see if I can figure out what she's up to, but she just smiles at me.  I know better than to ask directly, as she's spanked me recently for less.

Anyway, I've finished my Friday chores and am resting my feet before making dinner.  That's when my phone buzzes.  She's sent me a picture of her bikini bottom pulled away from her body, clearly exposing her closely-trimmed mound.  Underneath she's typed, "missing this?" with a smile emoji.

I recognize it for what it is...a tease.  I'm still no closer to the answer though.  Where's she taking this?  What's her big-picture plan?  I look at the picture again and smile.

I imagine her beckoning me over with a simple wave of her index finger, spreading her thighs as I approach.  I can almost see her slit now, glistening with arousal.  Her irresistible scent reaches my nose and draws me still further inward, I'm officially under her spell.

The sound of the door pulls me out of a daydream.  I blink and take a deep breath before getting out of the chair.  She'll probably want her drink topped off before I start on dinner.

Punished

"Come here," my wife says simply.

"Yes ma'am," I reply.  I walk towards her as she stands by the couch.  I know what's coming, but am still fearful.

"You know the routine.  Assume the position."

I pull my dress up, slide my panties down my thighs, and lean against the back of the couch.  I close my eyes and wait.  I feel her body as she leans over me, her mouth near my ear.

*SLAP*

"That was for not replacing the empty toilet roll this morning."

*SLAP*

"That was for lunch being three minutes late."

*SLAP*

"That was for forgetting to tell me my sister called.  How many does that make, sissy?"

"Three, ma'am."

"Okay, that's enough for now.  I hope my expectations are clear.  Think you can meet them moving forward?"

"Yes, ma'am.  Clear as day."

"Good, sissy.  You may get dressed."

 

Remembrance: discovery

I don't remember the day of the week.  I don't remember the specifics of my family's whereabouts.  But how could I forget the curiosity that led me into my sister's room to try on women's clothes for the first time!  

The dresser drawer full of panties and bras, the closet full of skirts, dresses, and blouses.  The soft and exhilarating feel of the fabrics on my skin, and how the layers felt as they brushed against each other with every movement!

I knew right then and there that a whole new world was opening up to me.  Little did I know this was the sound of the siren's song.  Alison was beckoning me to let her out.  I'm so glad I listened!