Susan felt full and light all at the same time. She couldn't believe the night had finally come. Her husband had finally agreed to give her the fantasy night she had been craving since first learning about BDSM. Michael had been timid never having experienced that lifestyle before. Still, they had both begun reading books, and watching videos and were ready to start their journey into the D/S lifestyle Susan longed for. She did not doubt that Michael would live up to her fantasies because he was a natural at taking charge and in the past whenever he would unknowingly speak to her in a commanding tone, she would instantly become wet and eager for more.
Now she would feel the full weight of his dominance and she couldn't wait. She finished putting on the outfit Michael picked out and knelt waiting on the floor, head bowed.
The door opened and all she could hear was the clump of his boots as he walked into the room and stood before her.
"Look at me," he commanded and Susan smiled. His voice was strong, commanding, and sexy.
"You look good, Sub. The red suits you. I can't wait to suck your juicy clit through that crotchless panty of yours. Is that what you want, Sub?"
"Yes, Michael." She was breathless and wanted him to touch me now.
"No Michael tonight, Sub. Call me Sir. Get on the bed and spread yourself to me."
Susan rose quickly and obeyed. Michael attached the movable bed restraints to her arms and legs and before she could think he was on her breast devouring them; sucking and biting causing her hands to pull at her restraints and her pussy to gush wantonly ready to be eaten.
"Yes, Michael," Susan moaned.
Michael stopped, pulling away so suddenly Susan growled.
Michael grabbed Susan's face tightly, "I thought I told you to call me Sir, Sub," he growled. "Now what should I do you Sub, because you have definitely warranted a punishment."
"I'm sorry, Sir," Susan said panting her nipples red and hard.
"Too late for that. Turn over, face down, ass in the air," he commanded.
Susan quickly turned over as commanded and Michael smiled. "Aren't you a good little Sub."
Michael bent to Susan's ass and bit her plump ass. Susan cried out the pain making her pussy jump and she squirmed wanting relief. Taking a paddle from the many tools of pleasure and pain laid out Michael spanked Susan's ass into a lovely shade of red.
One slap, she gasped, two against her thighs she mewled. Three, four, five, she was on fire with pain and need. Michael stopped and kissed her ass on each cheek, rubbing his face along the soft red hot skin of his wife, and felt his dick push forcefully against his jeans. He never knew it could be this way. He never knew he would get off by spanking his wife and seeing her in pain but the pleasure of her moans and whines were music to his ears. Running his finger through her pussy lips he found her dripping and he ran his tongue over his fingers and groaned. She tasted so good.
Gathering more of her wetness he brought it to her lips and commanded, "Suck my fingers clean, Sub, and taste how wet you are for my dick."