Fifty Shades of Empty Nest

Donnie found out the hard way that withholding sex was his wife Mel’s new tool of motivation and now control. They signed a contract, alone in a hotel room with five hours left before checkout, and the only command she gave him was, “Shower, get us packed, and we’ll leave at 9 a.m. to get some breakfast.”

She pulled him back with a slight smile as they walked out of the hotel room, making sure he trailed her to the car. She gave him a particular gaze, one he noticed more of over the course of the day, each time she corrected him. For instance, at the breakfast buffet, he started to take a bite of his food as she was getting seated. She put her hand on the one that held his fork and pushed it down. Again, the gaze. He waited until she started eating before he did.

The most interesting play, as she told him days later, was when a friend of theirs saw them at Costco and came up to talk. They began to banter, which initially Donnie led, as Jimmy was an old neighborhood friend who had moved to the bigger city. Donnie was talking about one of his new neighbors who had checked in on his waste burning, when Mel cut in with, “You really need to be checked on! You blow off all regulations, don’t you?”

“I guess,” he said, a little confused. The gaze met his eyes.

For the next few days, Mel withheld any sexual activity while continuing to correct Donnie at every turn. He figured his punishment was the lack of sexual play in the new role, all the focus remaining on his behavior.

After work Wednesday, Mel gave Donnie a bit of an assignment. She requested that he do some research on what the Bible had to say that tied into their roleplay.

Donnie was not surprised to find that Genesis 1:1-2:3 indicated that men and women were created equal in the divine image, equally charged to multiply and dominate the earth. However, most of the rest of the Bible put men in dominance over women. He reported this to Mel, citing examples of the male dominance illustrated in the Bible plus a few weaker indications of a woman’s dominant role.

“Good,” she complimented him for the first time. “Disrobe and bow down.”

He followed her order there in the dining room in front of a semi-open window, folding up his clothes and then getting on his knees into child pose. Donnie stayed in that position, the coolness of the room chilling his flesh, and sensed her movement towards him. Her hand ran from his lower back up between his shoulder blades to his neck. Then a cold metal chain dangled around his neck with a pendant that dropped from her fingers to swing below his chin. Her fingers touched his neck. again as she fastened it before sitting down.

“Look at me, slave,” she said, and he turned his face upward. “You have a lot of work to do. Your research pleased me, so I saw fit to give you a present. Go look at it in the bathroom mirror and then be sure the tub, sink, and toilet are wiped down.”

Geez, he thought, some reward! He felt somewhat comfortable walking nude back to the bathroom; after all, the kitchen island cut off any view of his lower half through the window there. He turned on the light and saw the pendant — a heavy cross with a tiny keyhole on the backside. It dangled just a couple inches below his neckline from a heavy-linked chain that looked expensive due to its shimmer and strength. The cross also had a ring hidden behind it, attached through the same small, sturdy ring that held the cross.

He got the cleaning materials out and thought, The one thing she did around the house, and now I’m going to be doing that too. Looking in the mirror at the collar and his naked body combined with thinking about how she’d totally put the burden of the house on him and withheld sex for a few days made him semi-erect.

While he cleaned, Donnie took a mental inventory of everything else he had already been doing around the house. In a way, he had become submissive to her even before their contract, in that he did laundry and most of the cleaning — now all the cleaning. That part hadn’t been hard for him, but Mel seemed to revel in reminding him what to do.

“DONNIE!” she called out loudly. “Finish, and come here!”

He completed the wipe down of the toilet, washed his hands, and went out to the front room where she was standing. Mel wore something he first thought was lingerie, but as he got closer, Donnie recognized that it was a new Mistress outfit.

She stood, legs crossed, in black knee-high boots and a black body-dress with slits at the chest, down one side of the bodice and the opposite side of the skirt. The pieces were held together tastefully with what looked like chain metal. The hem didn’t quite cover a black g-string. An ebony wig adorned her head, and her left hand held a riding crop with a little leather loop at the end propped against her shoulder. His cock instantly grew hard.

“Approach me and bow down,” she commanded and spread her feet shoulder-width. Donnie knelt with his front half over the carpet but his knees on the hardwood floor. He stayed in position, hoping not to upset her and perhaps earn a sexual payoff in the end. Donnie heard Mel’s feet clomp back across the hardwood and expected them to reposition in front of him. Instead, he felt a rush of air and a quick, stinging Swap! of the crop on his ass. He exhaled a slight, “Ohhft.” She waited until she started eating before he did.

“Crawl to the bathroom,” she said calmly. Not looking up at her, Donnie shuffled as quickly as he could on his hands and knees across the living room, kitchen, mudroom, and into the bathroom. “Tell me what you did wrong.”

“Mistress, may I stand, or should I stay on my knees?” he asked from bowing, head down.

“You may stand,” she said, gently tapping the warm, hurting spot where she had struck him before. He looked around nervously, knowing a wrong answer could result in more. Still, a part of him wanted to be wrong when he said, “You didn’t say to do the mirror, but there are toothpaste spots on it.”

He quickly grabbed the cleaner and paper towels, tearing one off to clean the mirror before starting to go back into a child’s pose position in front of her.

“Wait,” she said, stopping him before he bent down totally. “Stand before me.”

He did so, his gaze focused at the collar of her dress, multiple chains from one solid metal hoop. It suited her. His eyes caught the rigidness of her wig and the leather of her dress. As he stood waiting, her hand reached out, slid over his pulsating cock, then under his balls and back. She held it there, her warmth surrounding it. Then a cold metal chain dangled around his neck with a pendant that dropped from her fingers to swing below his chin. Her fingers touched his neck. again as she fastened it before sitting down.

“Look at me, slave,” she said, and he turned his face upward. “You have a lot of work to do. Your research pleased me, so I saw fit to give you a present. Go look at it in the bathroom mirror and then be sure the tub, sink, and toilet are wiped down.”

As he cleaned, Donnie took a mental inventory of everything else he had already been doing around the house. In a way, he had become submissive to her even before their contract, in that he did laundry and most of the cleaning — now all the cleaning. That part hadn’t been hard for him, but Mel seemed to revel in reminding him what to do.

“DONNIE!” she called out loudly. “Finish, and come here!”

He completed the wipe down of the toilet, washed his hands, and went out to the front room where she was standing. Mel wore something he first thought was lingerie, but as he got closer, Donnie recognized that it was a new Mistress outfit.

She stood, legs crossed, in black knee-high boots and a black body-dress with slits at the chest, down one side of the bodice and the opposite side of the skirt. The pieces were held together tastefully with what looked like chain metal. The hem didn’t quite cover a black g-string. An ebony wig adorned her head, and her left hand held a riding crop with a little leather loop at the end propped against her shoulder. His cock instantly grew hard.

“Approach me and bow down,” she commanded and spread her feet shoulder-width. Donnie knelt with his front half over the carpet but his knees on the hardwood floor. He stayed in position, hoping not to upset her and perhaps earn a sexual payoff in the end. Donnie heard Mel’s feet clomp back across the hardwood and expected them to reposition in front of him. Instead, he felt a rush of air and a quick, stinging Swap! of the crop on his ass. He exhaled a slight, “Ohhft.” She waited until she started eating before he did.

“Crawl to the bathroom,” she said calmly. Not looking up at her, Donnie shuffled as quickly as he could on his hands and knees across the living room, kitchen, mudroom, and into the bathroom. “Tell me what you did wrong.”

“Mistress, may I stand, or should I stay on my knees?” he asked from bowing, head down.

“You may stand,” she said, gently tapping the warm, hurting spot where she had struck him before. He looked around nervously, knowing a wrong answer could result in more. Still, a part of him wanted to be wrong when he said, “You didn’t say to do the mirror, but there are toothpaste spots on it.”

He quickly grabbed the cleaner and paper towels, tearing one off to clean the mirror before starting to go back into a child’s pose position in front of her.

“Wait,” she said, stopping him before he bent down totally. “Stand before me.”

He did so, his gaze focused at the collar of her dress, multiple chains from one solid metal hoop. It suited her. His eyes caught the rigidness of her wig and the leather of her dress. As he stood waiting, her hand reached out, slid over his pulsating cock, then under his balls and back. She held it there, her warmth surrounding it. Then a cold metal chain dangled around his neck with a pendant that dropped from her fingers to swing below his chin. Her fingers touched his neck. again as she fastened it before sitting down.

“Look at me, slave,” she said, and he turned his face upward. “You have a lot of work to do. Your research pleased me, so I saw fit to give you a present. Go look at it in the bathroom mirror and then be sure the tub, sink, and toilet are wiped down.”

As he cleaned, Donnie took a mental inventory of everything else he had already been doing around the house. In a way, he had become submissive to her even before their contract, in that he did laundry and most of the cleaning — now all the cleaning. That part hadn’t been hard for him, but Mel seemed to revel in reminding him what to do.

“DONNIE!” she called out loudly. “Finish, and come here!”

He completed the wipe down of the toilet, washed his hands, and went out to the front room where she was standing. Mel wore something he first thought was lingerie, but as he got closer, Donnie recognized that it was a new Mistress outfit.

She stood, legs crossed, in black knee-high boots and a black body-dress with slits at the chest, down one side of the bodice and the opposite side of the skirt. The pieces were held together tastefully with what looked like chain metal. The hem didn’t quite cover a black g-string. An ebony wig adorned her head, and her left hand held a riding crop with a little leather loop at the end propped against her shoulder. His cock instantly grew hard.

“Approach me and bow down,” she commanded and spread her feet shoulder-width. Donnie knelt with his front half over the carpet but his knees on the hardwood floor. He stayed in position, hoping not to upset her and perhaps earn a sexual payoff in the end. Donnie heard Mel’s feet clomp back across the hardwood and expected them to reposition in front of him. Instead, he felt a rush of air and a quick, stinging Swap! of the crop on his ass. He exhaled a slight, “Ohhft.” She waited until she started eating before he did.

“Crawl to the bathroom,” she said calmly. Not looking up at her, Donnie shuffled as quickly as he could on his hands and knees across the living room, kitchen, mudroom, and into the bathroom. “Tell me what you did wrong.”

“Mistress, may I stand, or should I stay on my knees?” he asked from bowing, head down.

“You may stand,” she said, gently tapping the warm, hurting spot where she had struck him before. He looked around nervously, knowing a wrong answer could result in more. Still, a part of him wanted to be wrong when he said, “You didn’t say to do the mirror, but there are toothpaste spots on it.”

He quickly grabbed the cleaner and paper towels, tearing one off to clean the mirror before starting to go back into a child’s pose position in front of her.

“Wait,” she said, stopping him before he bent down totally. “Stand before me.”

He did so, his gaze focused at the collar of her dress, multiple chains from one solid metal hoop. It suited her. His eyes caught the rigidness of her wig and the leather of her dress. As he stood waiting, her hand reached out, slid over his pulsating cock, then under his balls and back. She held it there, her warmth surrounding it. Then a cold metal chain dangled around his neck with a pendant that dropped from her fingers to swing below his chin. Her fingers touched his neck. again as she fastened it before sitting down.

“Look at me, slave,” she said, and he turned his face upward. “You have a lot of work to do. Your research pleased me, so I saw fit to give you a present. Go look at it in the bathroom mirror and then be sure the tub, sink, and toilet are wiped down.”

As he cleaned, Donnie took a mental inventory of everything else he had already been doing around the house. In a way, he had become submissive to her even before their contract, in that he did laundry and most of the cleaning — now all the cleaning. That part hadn’t been hard for him, but Mel seemed to revel in reminding him what to do.

“DONNIE!” she called out loudly. “Finish, and come here!”

He completed the wipe down of the toilet, washed his hands, and went out to the front room where she was standing. Mel wore something he first thought was lingerie, but as he got closer, Donnie recognized that it was a new Mistress outfit.

She stood, legs crossed, in black knee-high boots and a black body-dress with slits at the chest, down one side of the bodice and the opposite side of the skirt. The pieces were held together tastefully with what looked like chain metal. The hem didn’t quite cover a black g-string. An ebony wig adorned her head, and her left hand held a riding crop with a little leather loop at the end propped against her shoulder. His cock instantly grew hard.

“Approach me and bow down,” she commanded and spread her feet shoulder-width. Donnie knelt with his front half over the carpet but his knees on the hardwood floor. He stayed in position, hoping not to upset her and perhaps earn a sexual payoff in the end. Donnie heard Mel’s feet clomp back across the hardwood and expected them to reposition in front of him. Instead, he felt a rush of air and a quick, stinging Swap! of the crop on his ass. He exhaled a slight, “Ohhft.” She waited until she started eating before he did.

“Crawl to the bathroom,” she said calmly. Not looking up at her, Donnie shuffled as quickly as he could on his hands and knees across the living room, kitchen, mudroom, and into the bathroom. “Tell me what you did wrong.”

“Mistress, may I stand, or should I stay on my knees?” he asked from bowing, head down.

“You may stand,” she said, gently tapping the warm, hurting spot where she had struck him before. He looked around nervously, knowing a wrong answer could result in more. Still, a part of him wanted to be wrong when he said, “You didn’t say to do the mirror, but there are toothpaste spots on it.”

He quickly grabbed the cleaner and paper towels, tearing one off to clean the mirror before starting to go back into a child’s pose position in front of her.

“Wait,” she said, stopping him before he bent down totally. “Stand before me.”

He did so, his gaze focused at the collar of her dress, multiple chains from one solid metal hoop. It suited her. His eyes caught the rigidness of her wig and the leather of her dress. As he stood waiting, her hand reached out, slid over his pulsating cock, then under his balls and back. She held it there, her warmth surrounding it. Then a cold metal chain dangled around his neck with a pendant that dropped from her fingers to swing below his chin. Her fingers touched his neck. again as she fastened it before sitting down.

“Look at me, slave,” she said, and he turned his face upward. “You have a lot of work to do. Your research pleased me, so I saw fit to give you a present. Go look at it in the bathroom mirror and then be sure the tub, sink, and toilet are wiped down.”

As he cleaned, Donnie took a mental inventory of everything else he had already been doing around the house. In a way, he had become submissive to her even before their contract, in that he did laundry and most of the cleaning — now all the cleaning. That part hadn’t been hard for him, but Mel seemed to revel in reminding him what to do.

“DONNIE!” she called out loudly. “Finish, and come here!”

He completed the wipe down of the toilet, washed his hands, and went out to the front room where she was standing. Mel wore something he first thought was lingerie, but as he got closer, Donnie recognized that it was a new Mistress outfit.

She stood, legs crossed, in black knee-high boots and a black body-dress with slits at the chest, down one side of the bodice and the opposite side of the skirt. The pieces were held together tastefully with what looked like chain metal. The hem didn’t quite cover a black g-string. An ebony wig adorned her head, and her left hand held a riding crop with a little leather loop at the end propped against her shoulder. His cock instantly grew hard.

“Approach me and bow down,” she commanded and spread her feet shoulder

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