Sated Souls: Saturday's Embrace

The morning’s exertions had left both of our minds blown, and we needed to chill for a bit. Dressed in our usual casual wear of jeans and sweaters, we walk to a local pub and step in for lunch and a few drinks. We sit down at a table—me with a beer, you with a glass of wine—and we chat about our everyday lives. All master and servant roles are dropped, and we are equals once again, as we always have been in our wonderful 20-year marriage.

A game of Rugby comes on the TV; I watch the game while you relax, reading a book with your feet in my lap. We are so relaxed in each other’s company that the afternoon flies by. When we feel hungry, we order dinner and then get back to reading and watching sports. This time you sit with your back against me and your head on my shoulder. The late-afternoon drinkers in the pub are getting more of a public display of affection than they would be used to at this time, and we are drawing a few glances. I laugh internally, “You don’t know the half of it, guys!

“So what’s the plan for later, honey?” you say softly into my ear.

“I thought we’d wander back home,” I reply.

“Yes, obviously, and then?”

I look into your eyes and see that they are burning with pure desire. “I’m thinking more playtime—if you are willing and able, of course!”

“Oh, I’m certainly able, and I’ve never been more willing!” You finish your glass of wine in one gulp. “Shall we go then?” you ask eagerly, the hunger for some more kinky sex evident in the way you look at me.

Still, I take my time over the remainder of my drink. Good things come to those who wait, darling!

On the walk home, your pace seems a lot faster than normal, as if you’re hurrying to get home for something. I insist that we stop in a shop to get some bottles of craft beer for my dad.

“C’mon, hurry up!” you urge as I try and pick out something suitable.

“Patience, honey! Don’t forget he thinks we’re on a microbrewery tour! He’ll get very upset if we don’t get him a souvenir,” I reply with an innocent smile.

“Yeah, but I wanna go home!” you plead as you grab my backside.

While I’m at the counter buying the beer, you come up beside me and put your hand on my bottom again. You start to squeeze and stroke whilst I try and pull my wallet out of my pocket. Your hand moves down to between my legs, and I can feel your touch on my inner thigh and perineum through my jeans. My facial expression must be giving me away because the young checkout girl is giving me an odd look! As she scans the last bottle, you reach even further and give my balls the gentlest of touches, causing me to jump slightly, so I squeeze my legs together hard, trapping your hand under my crotch. Ha! Got you!

“Ermm… that’ll be £12.40,” says the shop girl awkwardly.

“Certainly,” I reply, grinning widely as you struggle to free your hand. “Here you are. Sorry about my wife; she’s a very naughty girl!”

“I am!” you say to her over my shoulder. “He needs to take me home and discipline me!”

Her face turns as red as a tomato, and she almost drops the bag of bottles as she hands them over. I release your hand, and we thank her as we walk out, fighting back laughter. As we leave, we hear her shout, “Jayne! Take over from me. I’m going for a break!”

“Poor girl!” I jokingly admonish you as we walk home. “You got her properly red in the face, you did! She’s having to hide away in embarrassment now!”

“Nah, she’s probably just gone to the toilet to get herself off with her fingers!” You laugh. “I know used to when I was her age!”

“What, even at work?”

“Especially at work! I had some really boring jobs. And sometimes, I’d watch The Lost Boys or Dirty Dancing before work to get me in the mood,” you say with a very pointed wink at me, and I know exactly why you mentioned those two movies! You take my hand and quicken your walking pace, almost pulling me along like an impatient child on the way to Disneyland.

I don’t think I can ever remember you being like this. So hungry, so naughty, so consumed by your desire for sex, so willing to let me have my way with you! I say a silent prayer of thanks to God; his love for us is evident in the blessing of our compatible desires.

Finally, we’re home. We’re barely through the door when you push me up against the wall and kiss me forcefully, thrusting your tongue into my mouth. Your arms wrap around me and squeeze hard. I have no choice but to return your kiss; such is the strength of your passion. After you break off, you look at me with pure lust in your eyes. “I know I’m going to be submitting to you soon, so I had to take charge while I had the chance!” you purr.

I have to admit that the powerful kiss you have just given me caught me right off guard. I find myself lost for words, and my cock is already at half-mast. “Ahem… erm, right then. Kiefer Sutherland!” I say the code word to go into character, trying my hardest to resume the strict dominant role.

“Yes, sir?” Your eyes light up as you get back into submissive mode.

I take a few breaths and give you my best authoritative look. “Tonight, there is going to be an additional rule,” I instruct. “Every time I pay you a compliment, you must repeat it back. Understood?”

“Okay, sir.”

“Good girl!” I wait. “That was a compliment, by the way!”

“Oh, sorry! Good boy, sir!”

“No, no, no, that’s not what I meant! If I compliment you, you must repeat the exact statement back about yourself, in the first person.”

“Ohhh, okay. I’m a good boy, sir?” you say hesitantly.

“Exactly right! Fantastic!”

“I’m fantastic, sir!” You smile.

“You’ve got the hang of it already. Some kinky couples like to do humiliation play—you know, with insults. Personally, I’ve never seen the attraction, so this is the opposite.”

“Okay, sir. Yeah, I think I’d much prefer this way too.”

“Very well, give me two minutes in the bedroom, and we’ll be ready.”

I dart upstairs and begin setting up. After putting on some soft, sexy electronic music, I dim the lights. Then I lay out my choice of outfit on the bed and hang two sets of hand restraints with an attachment to fit over the frame atop the bedroom door. “Okay, ready!” I call down the stairs. I sit down on the bed and hear you scamper upstairs and rush in through the door. Your eyes light up when you see the doorframe cuffs. “Your enthusiasm is always appreciated, my darling,” I say. “Now, remove your clothes!”

You try your best to dance sexily to the music as you strip, but you’re still wearing your normal clothes, and it’s not easy! After trying and failing to remove your socks and hoodie in a sexy way, you give up and just pull your clothes off as quickly as you can!

I chuckle as your jeans and plain white underwear hit the floor. “Full marks for effort, babe!”

You stick your tongue out at me, which—given that you are naked now—only makes you look even more gorgeous. “Now, now. Let’s not forget ourselves… slave!” I jokingly chide. “I am keeping a record of these misdemeanours, you know!” Your expression shifts to one of exaggerated innocence, increasing your beauty. “Anyhow,” I continue, “you might find this outfit suits the ambiance a bit better,” and I hand you the lacy basque and the black stockings I had picked out.

Much as I adore your naked body, nothing says, “I’m yours,” better than lingerie. I watch you pull the red and black lace basque around your heavenly body and zip it up at the front. Your breasts sit lusciously in the quarter cups that barely cover your nipples. You take one of the stockings and slip it over your foot. Then, placing this foot on my knee, you slide the stocking slowly and seductively up your exquisite leg. You fasten the suspender clip that’s attached to the basque at the front of the stocking, then repeat the whole thing for the other leg.

“Master?” You ask coyly.

“Yes my darling?” I reply.

“I always have such difficulty attaching the suspenders at the back. Would sir be so kind as to help me?”

“Why of course!” I say. Well… how could I refuse!

You turn around slowly, and I can fully appreciate your perfect bottom once again. I take your hand and pull it back, then gently pull up the suspenders for you. Your body starts to tremble, and you look over my shoulder. “Oh, sir, I love this!” you whisper. “What a naughty, naughty girl you are!”

While I’m at the counter buying the beer, you come up beside me and put your hand on my bottom again. You start to squeeze and stroke whilst I try and pull my wallet out of my pocket. Your hand moves down to between my legs, and I can feel your touch on my inner thigh and perineum through my jeans. My facial expression must be giving me away because the young checkout girl is giving me an odd look! As she scans the last bottle, you reach even further and give my balls the gentlest of touches, causing me to jump slightly, so I squeeze my legs together hard, trapping your hand under my crotch. Ha! Got you!

“Ermm… that’ll be £12.40,” says the shop girl awkwardly.

“Certainly,” I reply, grinning widely as you struggle to free your hand. “Here you are. Sorry about my wife; she’s a very naughty girl!”

“I am!” you say to her over my shoulder. “He needs to take me home and discipline me!”

Her face turns as red as a tomato, and she almost drops the bag of bottles as she hands them over. I release your hand, and we thank her as we walk out, fighting back laughter. As we leave, we hear her shout, “Jayne! Take over from me. I’m going for a break!”

“Poor girl!” I jokingly admonish you as we walk home. “You got her properly red in the face, you did! She’s having to hide away in embarrassment now!”

“Nah, she’s probably just gone to the toilet to get herself off with her fingers!” You laugh. “I know used to when I was her age!”

“What, even at work?”

“Especially at work! I had some really boring jobs. And sometimes, I’d watch The Lost Boys or Dirty Dancing before work to get me in the mood,” you say with a very pointed wink at me, and I know exactly why you mentioned those two movies! You take my hand and quicken your walking pace, almost pulling me along like an impatient child on the way to Disneyland.

I don’t think I can ever remember you being like this. So hungry, so naughty, so consumed by your desire for sex, so willing to let me have my way with you! I say a silent prayer of thanks to God; his love for us is evident in the blessing of our compatible desires.

Finally, we’re home. We’re barely through the door when you push me up against the wall and kiss me forcefully, thrusting your tongue into my mouth. Your arms wrap around me and squeeze hard. I have no choice but to return your kiss; such is the strength of your passion. After you break off, you look at me with pure lust in your eyes. “I know I’m going to be submitting to you soon, so I had to take charge while I had the chance!” you purr.

I have to admit that the powerful kiss you have just given me caught me right off guard. I find myself lost for words, and my cock is already at half-mast. “Ahem… erm, right then. Kiefer Sutherland!” I say the code word to go into character, trying my hardest to resume the strict dominant role.

“Yes, sir?” Your eyes light up as you get back into submissive mode.

I take a few breaths and give you my best authoritative look. “Tonight, there is going to be an additional rule,” I instruct. “Every time I pay you a compliment, you must repeat it back. Understood?”

“Okay, sir.”

“Good girl!” I wait. “That was a compliment, by the way!”

“Oh, sorry! Good boy, sir!”

“No, no, no, that’s not what I meant! If I compliment you, you must repeat the exact statement back about yourself, in the first person.”

“Ohhh, okay. I’m a good boy, sir?” you say hesitantly.

“Exactly right! Fantastic!”

“I’m fantastic, sir!” You smile.

“You’ve got the hang of it already. Some kinky couples like to do humiliation play—you know, with insults. Personally, I’ve never seen the attraction, so this is the opposite.”

“Okay, sir. Yeah, I think I’d much prefer this way too.”

“Very well, give me two minutes in the bedroom, and we’ll be ready.”

I dart upstairs and begin setting up. After putting on some soft, sexy electronic music, I dim the lights. Then I lay out my choice of outfit on the bed and hang two sets of hand restraints with an attachment to fit over the frame atop the bedroom door. “Okay, ready!” I call down the stairs. I sit down on the bed and hear you scamper upstairs and rush in through the door. Your eyes light up when you see the doorframe cuffs. “Your enthusiasm is always appreciated, my darling,” I say. “Now, remove your clothes!”

You try your best to dance sexily to the music as you strip, but you’re still wearing your normal clothes, and it’s not easy! After trying and failing to remove your socks and hoodie in a sexy way, you give up and just pull your clothes off as quickly as you can!

I chuckle as your jeans and plain white underwear hit the floor. “Full marks for effort, babe!”

You stick your tongue out at me, which—given that you are naked now—only makes you look even more gorgeous. “Now, now. Let’s not forget ourselves… slave!” I jokingly chide. “I am keeping a record of these misdemeanours, you know!” Your expression shifts to one of exaggerated innocence, increasing your beauty. “Anyhow,” I continue, “you might find this outfit suits the ambiance a bit better,” and I hand you the lacy basque and the black stockings I had picked out.

Much as I adore your naked body, nothing says, “I’m yours,” better than lingerie. I watch you pull the red and black lace basque around your heavenly body and zip it up at the front. Your breasts sit lusciously in the quarter cups that barely cover your nipples. You take one of the stockings and slip it over your foot. Then, placing this foot on my knee, you slide the stocking slowly and seductively up your exquisite leg. You fasten the suspender clip that’s attached to the basque at the front of the stocking, then repeat the whole thing for the other leg.

“Master?” You ask coyly.

“Yes my darling?” I reply.

“I always have such difficulty attaching the suspenders at the back. Would sir be so kind as to help me?”

“Why of course!” I say. Well… how could I refuse!

You turn around slowly, and I can fully appreciate your perfect bottom once again. I take your hand and pull it back, then gently pull up the suspenders for you. Your body starts to tremble, and you look over my shoulder. “Oh, sir, I love this!” you whisper. “What a naughty, naughty girl you are!”

While I’m at the counter buying the beer, you come up beside me and put your hand on my bottom again. You start to squeeze and stroke whilst I try and pull my wallet out of my pocket. Your hand moves down to between my legs, and I can feel your touch on my inner thigh and perineum through my jeans. My facial expression must be giving me away because the young checkout girl is giving me an odd look! As she scans the last bottle, you reach even further and give my balls the gentlest of touches, causing me to jump slightly, so I squeeze my legs together hard, trapping your hand under my crotch. Ha! Got you!

“Ermm… that’ll be £12.40,” says the shop girl awkwardly.

“Certainly,” I reply, grinning widely as you struggle to free your hand. “Here you are. Sorry about my wife; she’s a very naughty girl!”

“I am!” you say to her over my shoulder. “He needs to take me home and discipline me!”

Her face turns as red as a tomato, and she almost drops the bag of bottles as she hands them over. I release your hand, and we thank her as we walk out, fighting back laughter. As we leave, we hear her shout, “Jayne! Take over from me. I’m going for a break!”

“Poor girl!” I jokingly admonish you as we walk home. “You got her properly red in the face, you did! She’s having to hide away in embarrassment now!”

“Nah, she’s probably just gone to the toilet to get herself off with her fingers!” You laugh. “I know used to when I was her age!”

“What, even at work?”

“Especially at work! I had some really boring jobs. And sometimes, I’d watch The Lost Boys or Dirty Dancing before work to get me in the mood,” you say with a very pointed wink at me, and I know exactly why you mentioned those two movies! You take my hand and quicken your walking pace, almost pulling me along like an impatient child on the way to Disneyland.

I don’t think I can ever remember you being like this. So hungry, so naughty, so consumed by your desire for sex, so willing to let me have my way with you! I say a silent prayer of thanks to God; his love for us is evident in the blessing of our compatible desires.

Finally, we’re home

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