I told my husband that he forgot to remove his BDSM Club Golden Dom card from his pocket before asking me to wash his trousers. He tried to explain himself, but I cut him off, saying that he doesn't have to. He looked confused and a little scared of what I was going to say next, he wasn't expecting what he was about to hear...
- I wish you told me about that... I... I would like to serve you. In any way you wish. I am your wife, so there will be no limits of any kind. ANY kind. What would you like me to do?
His mouth opened a little while he processed my words. Then he smiled with a scary glint in his eye.
- OK. I wish you had told me about these fantasies earlier as well. Do you have any experience?
- No, but I have been having submissive fantasies since I can remember...
- Well, follow me slave.
He led me down to the basement and ordered me to strip. When I fulfilled his order - yes, I could hear a change in his voice, for the first time in our marriage he gave me an unmistakeable order - he said:
- Have you ever wondered what is behind that locked door? Well, you are about to find out all about it. Wait here, you have to sign a couple of papers to make it official before we can move on. Then I will need to tie your hands behind your back. They will stay that way until we drive down to the Club's blacksmith and fit you out with a collar. I might even let you choose the one you like... As your husband, I hope you're going to enjoy our new life. As your master, I know I will. A lot...
So here I am now. Waiting. My knees started trembling as I awaited an unknown future - an immediate unknown future - so I decided to squat down by the wall. Do I regret my decision? You wouldn't have to ask that question if you could push your finger between my labia and feel just how ready I am for whatever is coming...