We'd been married for seven years when I broke down and told him what I really wanted. It had taken me that long to come to grips with my inner demons. The sex had always been good, but there was always something lacking. I just couldn't let go. Always, I withheld some small part of myself. He knew. He always asked me what more he could do; what were my fantasies? He thought it was something he wasn't doing physically.

Physically he was wonderful. Five foot eight inches of toned muscle, a gorgeous smile, dirty blond hair that never quite did what he asked of it. Piercing gray-blue eyes that could turn stormy as the sea on a cold winter day. To top it all off he had the perfect cock. It was eight inches long and my hand fit perfectly around its girth. He gave it to me gently and he gave it to me hard. He gave me whatever I wanted.

In our seventh year of marriage money was tight and the economy seemed to be slowly sinking. He had a degree in Archaeology. We'd both spent time as shovel bums doing field work all over the southeastern United States. It was getting us nowhere fast without a master's degree, and neither of us could afford to go back to school. So he joined the Air Force. It was during that time of upheaval and soul searching that we began to discuss our darker fantasies. Being away from each other for several months left us both hot for each other, and our phone conversations became ever more provocative.

One evening I told him of an encounter I'd had on a fantasy role-playing game. The guy I'd met was quite domineering and it had really set me on fire. I'd always enjoyed it rough, he knew that. But never had I expressed a need to him for domination. He began asking pointed questions about what he could do or say to make our interactions sexier. I was surprised at the avid interest and felt a flutter of nervousness. What if he liked this idea better than I thought I did? After all, he'd just been through military training. Granted, the Air Force is not as tough as some branches of the military, but the discipline and control he'd had to learn was never far from my thoughts.

His curiosity was enough to make me wet. He must have sensed it because he asked me how I was feeling.

"I miss you more than I can say," I replied.

He chuckled. His voice is deep timbered and can easily give me the shivers with the right words.

"Touch yourself for me," he directed, his voice tickling that nerve that flows to all tender points of a woman's being.

I did as he requested, my fingers lightly brushing my clit and seeking further to the swelling lips of my pussy.

"Tell me about your pussy," he demanded.

"It's moist, and hot, and missing you," I whispered, my face turning pink.

"I can't hear you, love," he replied, knowing my embarrassment.

"I'm wet and I wish you were here buried deep inside me," I said this time, a little louder.

"Soon love, very soon," he said as he hung up the phone.

Not long after that conversation I left my home of twenty-eight years to move to Texas. He would be in technical school there for a few months before we would be stationed to a permanent base. I hadn't seen him in three months. My nervousness was palpable. The butterflies in my stomach turned to bumblebees the closer the taxi cab came to the base. Would he be the same man? Happy to see me, still in love with me? Kind and tender? Stern and cold?

Three months may not seem like long to some, but we'd been inseparable for seven years. The military had put its imprint on him. My heart beat within me like a ritual drum. I wondered if this was how it felt to walk to the altar of sacrifice. In some sense it was a sacrifice. We'd sacrificed
everything we knew for a completely different existence. Our relationship could grow stronger or fail miserably.

The taxi cab pulled slowly to the front of the house. The lights glowed softly through the open front window. It was autumn in Texas. A brisk wind was blowing as I exited the vehicle and grabbed my luggage. He came out the door to meet me, a wide, warm smile on his face. Before I could say a word he swept me up in his arms, my luggage completely forgotten and fallen to the wayside. My heart thumped rapidly against his chest as I buried my face against his shoulder the tears coming suddenly.

"God how I've missed you," I practically moaned it as I inhaled his scent."

I could feel his hands twine into my long brown hair as he pressed me to him. His kissed my cheek, his lips brushing so softly as he grasped my chin and tilted my face towards his.

"I love you woman."

His voice was low and I could feel the barely repressed sexual undertones vibrating in it. His eyes were smoky as he gazed at me and I could feel his cock growing hard against my belly. Without a word, he paid the driver, scooped up my luggage and led me inside.

The house smelled of Orchids and brown sugar. Roses were artfully arranged on the
kitchen counter. A tea pot whistled in the background; he was preparing chai. I inhaled deeply
as my eyes roved the room, buying time to still the galloping thunder of my heart. I wanted
to run upstairs and fall into bed with him. To snuggle and sleep clasped firmly to his chest.
My trepidations still lingered though. He said he loved me, but what were his expectations
now that so much had changed?

He busied himself making us cups of tea. His straight, mine lightly sweetened with honey.
We chatted about inconsequential things, the flight over, the dogs, our furniture that should
be arriving soon. Until then we had an air mattress and a couple of camp chairs to serve
as furniture. We both jumped as a jet roared overhead, laughing nervously as our eyes touched
one another; a psychic caress. It was as if we were starting over again.

He looked absolutely delicious to my eyes. The physical training had made him leaner. Somehow he looked hungrier; almost wolfish. We finished our tea and I got up to put the cups in the sink. As I turned my back towards him I felt his heavier form pressing into me, pushing me against the counter and sink. My heart began that deep ritual beating as he lowered his lips to my ear.

"Don't think I haven't considered the conversations we had, my sweet," he murmured.

My breath passed raggedly between my lips as I caught it.

"I think the time has come to teach you a few lessons. After all, a proper military wife must know her place don't you think?"

I could hear the smile in his voice, but it thrilled me to fear all the same. My palms were clammy
against the cold steel of the sink. His hands trailed feather light fingers up my bare arms to firmly grasp my shoulders causing me to shiver. The thin material of my tee-shirt did little to disguise the heat of those hands. He pulled me around to face him, his eyes a sleety gray blue that bore into mine; seeking, demanding. I shivered in anticipation and dropped my gaze to his chest. His answering chuckle caused me to flinch as he took my hand and began to lead me up the stairs.

He left me standing in the middle of an empty bedroom.

"Do not move from that spot," he ordered as he disappeared into the hall.

I inhaled deeply, my teeth worrying at my lower lip. The fear fluttered in my belly and my legs had begun to quiver. I blushed uncomfortably as I realized the tautness of my nipples. They thrust firmly against the nylon fabric of my bra, which suddenly seemed a welcome restraint. I hugged myself, a sudden feeling of chill raising goose bumps all along my exposed flesh. What had I gotten myself into?

He returned carrying something hidden behind his back. I met his gaze with one of pleading. My hazel eyes begging him to explain, to just comfort me. It had been so long since we'd been together. But I was afraid to ask. Afraid to ruin his plans. He smiled at me as if he could read my mind.

"Don't worry my love. It is for us that I do this thing." He gestured to the floor. "Take your clothes off, slowly. Then lie face down on the floor."

I could feel the tears welling behind my eyes. He'd never ordered me to do anything in all our years together. As much as I'd found it enticing and erotic online, I had never realized what the
real experience would feel like.

I began to undress, first slipping off my moccasins and socks. My bare toes grasping at the carpet. I pulled my red tee-shirt over my head, exposing the lacy black bra beneath. I knew my nipples were hard and erect. They throbbed softly, a steady beacon of my desire and fear. His gaze fondled me as my hands moved to unsnap the button of  my jeans. He was leaning back against the door frame. Cool, confident, a pleased and perhaps arrogant smirk on his face. He was definitely enjoying my discomfort.

I slid my jeans off and let them rest in a pool at my feet. That left my black thong panties. I felt more exposed than I had ever before in his presence. My first instinct was to cover myself, to wrap my arms tightly around my chest and avoid his gaze.

"As much as I love to see you in black lace, sexy, those too must go." His tone was firm and brooked no argument.

Still, I hesitated. The fear sending ripples of tension down my spine as my heart picked up its rhythm.

"Please, Michael," I whispered.

"Please what?" he asked me, his posture changing as he moved to stand before me.

"Please don't do this," I begged him.

I scanned his face for some sign of the warmth and tenderness we had always shared. This man looked a stranger.

"You have spoken enough for one evening." His voice was a low growl that sent the goose bumps rippling all along my spine. "Until I give you leave to speak again, you will answer me in sounds, as a good pet should." He smiled hungrily at me, his eyes moving slowly down my lithe frame. "Since you cannot obey as you should I will help you."

His fingers hooked beneath the band of lace that held my bra in place, the fabric ripping easily as he pulled it from me. I gasped, my eyes two hazel pools of shock, and he laughed at my reaction. I suddenly realized I'd already broken one of his rules, not to speak. I'd cried no. My hands moved to my breasts to cover them as I shivered before him. He slapped them away.

"You will not cover yourself in my presence ever again." Fighting the urge to flee from him I sought some comfortable place to put my hands.

"Put your hands behind your neck. Yes, like that," he responded as I lifted them into place. "Lovely, you have wonderful breasts and I am pleased to gaze upon them."

I knew I was blushing violently. My eyes glued firmly to his toes.

"Now though, we are in a predicament. You've managed to forget those pretty little panties. Come over here, put your back to me."

A muffled sob escaped my lips as I reluctantly moved towards him. I could see my own nipples stiffening in response to his nearness, his commanding voice, his roving gaze. They ached now, as if he'd been pinching them. As I stood before him I felt his fingers hook into the band of material that secured the thong to my hips. He lifted it, pulling it tightly against my flesh so that my clit was crushed against the lacy material. I could only groan as I felt the moisture soaking me, painting my thighs in creamy desire.

"I smell your need little one." He whispered into my ear.

My hips moved of their own volition as he pulled the thong and released the pressure repetitively.

"Yes my pet, move your hips like the slut you know you are."

There was laughter in his voice and I was on fire for him. I moaned throatily, dancing on his string. He pulled harder, ripping the thong from my body in one swift motion. I could only stumble to retain my balance at the sudden loss of pressure. With one hand he knocked me to the floor where I caught myself, landing on hands and knees.

 "Stay just like that." he said as he moved slowly towards me.

The tears were coursing now, trailing salty paths down my cheeks to drip onto my chest.

"Put your face on the floor my lovely one." His voice caressed me now, low and throbbing with his own desire. "That's good, now push your ass into the air for me."

I sobbed softly, but did as he bid me. I could feel my pussy tightening, flexing and releasing with pent up need.

"Much better, now spread those thighs."

I felt his boot against my inner thigh, pressing it outwards. I knelt there, my cheek upon the carpet, my nether lips fully exposed to his view, sobbing.

"I never knew tears could be such a delight," he murmured as the long, thin paddle cracked across my ass.

I know I must have screamed. I did not expect it. Even though we'd talked of it. My breath came in
soft gasps as my stomach tightened into a knot. He walked around me, trailing the edge of the
paddle against my naked flesh. Quivering, I cried silently. My fingers white knuckled against the carpet in anticipation of the next blow.

"You wish to please me, don't you wife?" he asked, his voice a low, sexy growl. "You may respond when I ask you a direct question." he continued.

My voice was full of tears and it took everything I had to speak "Yes sir, I long to please you," I moaned, my voice broken by another sob.

"That's a good response little one. You may continue to call me sir. I am pleased by the pretty pink flesh of your ass when I smack it with this paddle."

I groaned longingly, my slight frame trembling at his words. Smack! The sound bounced off the walls as the thin wood met my flesh again, raising a welt and bringing forth a new wave of tears.

A rapid succession of blows followed that one, each one sharper. I writhed in pain upon the carpet, the flesh of my sweet, round ass aflame and reddening. "Please sir, please stop," I moaned into the carpet.

"Did I give you leave to speak, slut?" His voice, angry now, shocked me.

I had never heard him angry at me in all our time together. I trembled and wept shaking my head no, the sobs rolling over my lips like hiccups. Another rapid series of blows along my ass and thighs. I rolled my hips attempting to avoid them, my breathing that of a terrified beast winded from the chase. I was burning from the blows. Suddenly his hand was in my hair pulling me upwards. I scrambled to stand without losing my balance and falling flat on my face.

He tilted my face towards him, his eyes studying mine, moving to my lips and then further down my body. I felt so exposed I could only tremble with baited breath before him. I knew I must look a mess. Red faced and teary eyed, my full breasts heaving from the exertion. He pulled me to him now, kissing me full on the mouth. His tongue forcing a path between my lips and probing the inner recesses there. I moaned into his mouth, allowing him to do as he would, kissing him back with a fervor I never knew existed. His other hand caressed my swollen nipples, sending shock waves down my spine. They were so sensitive and throbbed harder with every silken touch. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, obviously delighting in the texture. He pulled my nipples until I could no longer bear it and I cried out against his mouth. Then he laughed softly, his hand wandering down my belly into the neatly trimmed patch of curls that graced my mound. I tensed against him, hoping, wanting, desiring what was to come next. But he smiled down at me and ordered me to my knees.

I knelt before him, my eyes level with his zipper. I thought I knew what he wanted. I unbuckled his belt and slipped it from the loops. He grasped it with his hand, taking it from me. I glanced up at him swiftly and with great trepidation. Hadn't I been punished enough? He gave me an enigmatic smile and waited. I returned my attention to his breeches, unbuttoning and unzipping him. Sliding them down his legs, my fingers trailing against the taut flesh of his thighs.

I had always admired his legs. I pulled his briefs down, freeing his hard cock. It bounced
before me, engorged and splendid. I glanced up at him and smiled. This was something I was
at least familiar with. With one hand I traced a path up his thigh to his freshly shaved sack. I grazed his balls lightly with my nails, eliciting a shiver and a low moan. Cupping them tenderly, my other hand grasped the shaft of his cock, I pulled it towards my waiting lips. I rubbed my lips over the silky head, enjoying the texture of his flesh against my own. Using my tongue I traced a trail from head to shaft, feather light and teasing, down to the tightening flesh of his sack.

As he grew taut in my hand I knew he was ready for more. I plunged his cock fully into my mouth, my lips tight against the shaft as I sucked up and down his length. I maintained a slow steady pace, drawing him in and out, applying more pressure as his head slid between my lips. His moans were guttural now, and I could no longer control my own. I picked up the pace massaging his length with my hot, moist mouth, his head touched the back of my throat causing me to stiffen as I tried to accept him fully.

He had taken control now, thrusting back and forth into my numbing lips, his cock hard and demanding against my tongue and throat. I moaned against him uncontrollably and felt the first jet of semen hit the back of my tongue and trickle down my throat as I swallowed convulsively.

As his orgasm washed over him I found myself licking him clean, shocked at my own willingness. He sighed a deep, contented sigh, his fingers moving from my hair to grasp my chin so that he could gaze into my eyes. "Wonderful, my pet." He pulled me upwards and towards him into a sweet, warm embrace.

"Next time I will teach you something new," he said as he turned me around, pulling my naked
backside hard against his semi-erect cock.

He moved his hips slowly, grinding himself to hardness. His hands moved to cup my breasts. His fingers pulled softly upon my aching nipples. I moaned his name, catching my lip between my teeth as i felt myself growing wet anew. One hand pinching and twisting my throbbing flesh, he trailed the other down my side, across my hip to the tiny patch of curls upon my mound. He dallied there, grazing my flesh with his fingernails as I twisted my hips in anticipation.

"Spread your legs for me, pet," he whispered against my ear.

I shivered and did as he commanded. His fingers played havoc with my senses brushing the swollen flesh of my clitoris with agonizing slowness. Trying to catch my breath, I inhaled deeply and exhaled a moan of utter longing. He smiled against my neck biting my flesh, causing me to shiver with delightful abandon. His hand trailed down further his fingers spreading me open. The cool air touching my hot, moist flesh caused me to quiver and shudder against him.

"Bend over, little one," he said as he moved to grasp me around the hips with both hands. "Put your hands on the floor."

I groaned with anticipation as I felt the head of his cock graze my swollen pussy lips. He held the head against my opening, rubbing it up and down, bathing it in my juices.

"Tell me how much you need to be fucked," he demanded.

I moaned pleadingly, and closed my eyes. "Please Michael..." 

"Please, sir," he responded.

I felt tears of frustration and shame spill from my closed eyelids. I wanted him so badly. "Please, sir," I whispered.

"What is it you want you little slut?" he asked me, the head of his cock rubbed softly against
me, teasingly. 

 "I want you to fuck me, sir," I said breathlessly.

He pushed my hips roughly, knocking me to the floor. I waited there on my hands and knees, my breasts heaving as I began to cry in earnest.

He leaned over me, his cock grazing the crease between my buttocks causing me to shiver violently. He gave a low chuckle as he noted my reaction, and moved his fingers to my ass.

"Perhaps I would prefer your ass to your pussy, it is so nice and tight after all."

My body froze in fear as I contemplated the pain. I could only hold my breath as he made his decision.

"What do you think, little one?" he asked me, his finger slowly massaging the tightening muscle of my sphincter.

I cried softly, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to burst forth.

"I want to please you, sir," I found myself saying between ragged gasps for air.

It felt so good, but I knew there would be great pain to come. I felt him pull away from me momentarily.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

His palm cracked across my ass, causing me to flinch and cry out from the shock.

"You were not given leave to question me," he responded roughly.

My back arched with tension as I felt the drops of oil patter down upon my constricting muscles. I could not help but sob when I realized his intentions.

"Relax, love," he murmured as he rubbed the oil into my tightening orifice.

He slipped a finger in and I groaned.

"You know you love this, stop fighting it." His voice held laughter and desire altogether.

Another finger and I was panting. He pushed his fingers in and out,  adding more oil. In the meantime his other hand moved round to my swollen clit. He began to rub it in earnest, quickening his pace as my moaning increased. I felt the head of his cock pushing against my ass, demanding entrance.

 "Relax, don't clench your muscles. It will only hurt for a minute," he said as the head of his cock replaced his fingers.

I gasped and sobbed softy, the pain suffusing my body as he spread me wide. His cock slid into me, a silky hard battering ram, invading my darkest nether region. I groaned and tried to relax, the pain washed over me in waves. He increased the pressure on my clit, giving it long strokes. I writhed beneath him in a mixture of pleasure and pain, losing myself in it. I was tightening all over, my nipples swollen and throbbing, my cunt dripping moisture. I moaned his name pleadingly, seeking release. He began to move slowly inside me, stroking my walls, a slow fire building that seemed to tingle throughout my body as I strained towards climax.

As the intensity built the pain faded, and I found myself pushing against him causing his cock to slide even deeper still. His hands twined in my hair now and he commanded me to rub my clit. My fingers on that swollen flesh played in rhythm to his thrusts. I felt myself
on the verge, the peak of orgasm.

"Do not cum," he said sternly.

I moaned and sobbed, trying to hold it back, the pleasure bleeding over into pain as I tried to obey him. "Please sir,' I moaned, 'please let me cum," I begged shamelessly.

"Not until I say you can." his voice was breathless now.

I bucked against him, my body moving of its own volition. Sobbing, begging, I felt like a finely tuned instrument that he played at his whim. Finally he began to spasm within me.

"You may come, pet."

I barely heard his voice, but my body responded with a wild bucking release. It shuddered through me, a mind consuming orgasm like none other I had ever experienced. I collapsed and lay gasping on the floor.

Thus began our new life together.