Their trip to Italy had been an enjoyable experience. On the flight home, they discussed where they might go next, Elizabeth saying she’d like to visit Ireland, while Tommy suggested a European river cruise. They talked for hours about different possibilities and places they wanted to see.

But something about their relationship had changed. They both felt it, but neither of them mentioned it. The night in Rome at the rooftop bar had made a serious impact on them. While they had many wildly sexual nights in their time together, that one particular night had changed things from what had been considered normal.

The final four hours of the flight, Tommy and Elizabeth both stretched out in their roomy first-class lounge chairs and quietly contemplated their future. The day to day world would remain unchanged. Elizabeth would continue to run her company in an excellent manner she had adopted after Bill passed. Tommy knew that he was nearing another promotion. He was excited about his future.

The change was between them.

As Tommy dozed peacefully, Elizabeth watched him lovingly, trying to put the pieces together. She recounted each day of their trip. Smiling, she recalled each day’s adventure and the fantastic love-making they’d done each night. Of one thing Elizabeth was sure… it simply wasn’t possible for her to love her husband more. There was no question that Tommy felt the same about her. She didn’t believe there could be a more perfect couple.

What was the change?

Elizabeth picked through every day of the trip. Finally, she came to the evening before their trip to the Vatican.

The spanking!

That was the key. She knew it.

Concentrating on what happened, Elizabeth did her best to remember what happened; what was said and done. At first, she remembered Tommy taking a handful of her hair and pulling her over the bathroom countertop. “Why did he do it?” Betts wondered. She recalled that his spanking was much more intense than usual. He had spanked her dozens of times. It was part of a game they both enjoyed. But this time was different.

“He was angry,” she almost said aloud. “Why would he be angry?” They had just wrapped up an enjoyable day. She had just taken a shower and was planning to get dressed. And then… the panties! He had told her not to wear them, and she had sassed him. Elizabeth remembered the conversation.

“You aren’t wearing those,” he said, pointing at the panties in her hand.

“Why not?”

“Because I may want to touch you, and I don’t want anything in the way.”

“Tommy,” she sighed. “Really?”

“That’s what made him angry,” Elizabeth realized. She had repeatedly told him that she would be submissive, and the terse response made him react. The spanking had aroused her as it always did, but it lasted longer, and the blows were harder than in the past. He had really turned her butt red.

Her mind played the following events as if she was watching a movie. Betts could hear his voice and her own responses. As they sat in the rooftop bar, he had operated the remote-controlled toy bringing her to two orgasms. Tommy had never done that before. It was almost as if he was trying to humiliate her.

“No!” she shouted inside her own mind. “He was controlling me. I had no choice but to do as he said. And then he teased me with his words, almost driving me crazy,” she thought.

Suddenly a different memory came to her. The night in Tahiti when he brought her the white dress. Betts remembered looking at herself in the mirror and wondering if the management would throw them out of the restaurant for being so blatantly brazen. Just like in Rome, her husband had encouraged her to show off her body. He had enjoyed seeing her nipples showing to anyone caring to look. Tommy had taken her on the dance floor and openly put his hands on her ass for all to see.

It was a process that had been developing over time. Elizabeth had said she wanted to be submissive. In her heart, she knew that the passive role had worked best for her. It made the sex better. In Rome, Tommy had become dominant. He had always had the control but seldom exercised his power over her. “Thom the Dom,” she whispered with a laugh.

When she got sassy with him and offered a challenge, he reacted as a Dom would.

However, now the question was, just how far did she want this to go? Did she want to be a Sub? The idea had always excited her, but she didn’t understand why. The ‘why’ would require a little more analysis.”

As her mind began to consider the question, the pink toy she had put inside her pussy after the plane lifted off from the Rome airport, began to vibrate. She turned and smiled at her husband.

“It’s time for me to give you one more piece of paradise before we touch down on earth again,” Tommy whispered.

“Thank you, baby,” she said as he turned the power up. “I’ll repay you when we get home.”

“Yes, you will,” he said with a crooked eyebrow. “Yes, you will.”

Late in the afternoon, her first day back at work, Elizabeth called Helen into her office. “Would you mind doing a little personal counseling?” She asked her assistant.

“As long as it’s not about market analysis,” Helen laughed.

“No, nothing about the market. I have some personal matters to discuss with you.”

“Nothing wrong between you and Mr. Studly, I hope.”

“We’re quite good,” Elizabeth said with a smile. “Have you ever had any experience with BDSM?”

Helen was a little surprised her boss would ask about such a thing but responded. “I’m not much into pain. Chad smacked my ass once when he was taking me from behind, and I almost hit him. I’m into sex for the pleasure it brings. Why do you ask?”

“I haven’t been to a shrink to talk about it, but I’ve been giving the matter a lot of thought. I grew up in the home of an overprotective father. I remember doing things wrong just to get a spanking. I craved the attention I could get from him by being naughty. I moved from his house to Bill’s house where once again, I lived with a father figure. Tommy is hardly a father figure, but we’ve had some experiences that have made me start to think quite a bit.”

“What exactly do you mean when you say BDSM?” Helen asked.

Speaking softly, Elizabeth explained, “Bill was into sex even though he couldn’t participate. The man loved to experiment with all kinds of things. Some things were kinky, I guess. You know, Helen, I would have done anything to keep Bill happy and not thinking about his disabilities. If he wanted to play sexually, I was good with it. I now have a sex toy collection you might be surprised to see. In addition to vibrators and dildos, I have twenty different kinds of anal toys, restraints, handcuffs, probes, shockers, ben wa balls, and other things.”

“To be honest, I’m not overly surprised,” Helen admitted. “You know how straight forward Bill was. He was always saying things that made me believe he was a bit of a pervert. Also, I would have bet serious money that you would have done anything he wanted. Your devotion to that man was impressive.”

“Now this is just between you and me,” Elizabeth whispered. “Tommy and I had a session while we were in Rome. It started with a spanking.” Holding up her hand as if to stop Helen saying anything, Elizabeth said, “We’ve done spanking many times, just never quite like this time. This time he was angry and turned my butt bright red. But it created a sexual tension that carried on throughout the night. The sex we had at the end of the evening was so unrestrained that I literally passed out in the end.”

With her eyes wide, Helen said, “I’ve had some exceptional orgasms that left me breathless, but I’ve never passed out from one.”

“I guess the point is we went beyond any sexual experience we’d ever had. We went beyond normal, into crazy, and ended in frenzy. That’s where you no longer think. Your body takes over and does what it wants. It’s almost an out of body experience.”

“I could feel jealous about that,” Helen suggested.

“I guess it moves onto the kinky scale, but it’s a place I want to go again. Having experienced it, I can only imagine that it could be compared with taking narcotics. You get a high that needs to be recreated.”

“Totally understandable,” Helen muttered. “But what can I help you with? Did you just want to tell someone?”

“It helps to tell someone,” Elizabeth admitted. “You are a little older and certainly wiser in the area of sex. I don’t know anyone that enjoys sex more than you.”

“You know the old joke. Sex is the most fun you can have without laughing,” Helen said with a grin.

“I guess my question is… do I want to continue down this dark path? I was hoping you, and I could discuss it and find a solution.”

“Listen, boss,” Helen said. “While I don’t know much about BDSM from personal experience, I do know something about it in general. And I think your comparison with drugs is legitimate. One good high demands a bigger high. The question would seem to be, how far do you want to take the BDSM lifestyle?”

“From what I’ve read about it,” Elizabeth said, “I don’t want to get into masks, whips, and floggers. But it’s obvious there are things which turn us both on. I prefer to be submissive. Maybe it’s because of my father, and nurtured by Bill, but I don’t want to be in charge. When I get spanked, I get so wet that it runs down my leg like a stream.”

“Maybe I was wrong not to try it,” Helen laughed.

“Helen,” Elizabeth whispered, “Every slap to my ass sends an electric shock that goes straight to my pussy. I don’t think I even feel the pain of being hit. I can certainly feel the soreness when I sit down afterward, but even that can be arousing.”

“Maybe we should both do a little online research into the topic,” Helen suggested. “I don’t suppose you know any women involved with this lifestyle.”

“I don’t. Maybe I do, and they just haven’t confessed it.”

Standing up, Helen leaned over her boss’ desk. “Let’s do some research. I’ll talk with Chad to see what information he can give me, but without letting him know it’s for you.”

“Thanks,” Elizabeth said with a smile.

“Maybe I’ll let him give me a spanking to see if I get the electric shocks you get.”

Over the next two weeks, Elizabeth and Helen spent some time each day looking into the BDSM lifestyle. They found hundreds of stories on the internet as well as websites devoted to the topic. Elizabeth found thousands of photographs of people involved in bondage that didn’t begin to excite her. The idea of being tied to something and whipped wasn’t mildly stimulating. Some of the information she found about spanking was also unsettling. Both women determined that this world is filled with a lot of weird people.

One night while Tommy was away, Elizabeth got her sister in the hot tub with a bottle of wine. She knew that hot bubbling water and the influence of good wine would loosen her sister’s tongue.

After asking the required questions about Margaret’s new job, Betts moved into a more personal area. “How’s your holy man doing?”

“Jonathan is just great,” Margaret admitted. “He’s started talking about getting married.”

“What do you think about getting married?”

Margaret grinned. “I think it’s an excellent idea, but I never imagined that I might marry a pastor. I’m still thinking about how that lifestyle would work out for me.”

“That’s a question that deserves an answer. You seem like an open and honest woman, sis. I think you enjoy sex as much as I do. I imagine that you use profanity from time to time. How would that work out with his congregation?”

“I can tell you that my preacher-man is well-schooled in the bedroom arts.”

“He’s not too conservative sexually?”

“Based on the fact that he loves anal sex, I haven’t seen anything conservative with Jonathan.”

“Has he ever spanked you?” Elizabeth asked.

“A couple of times,” Margaret said with a blush.

“Did you enjoy it?”

Blushing more, Margaret confessed, “Actually, I loved it. Every slap to my butt just sent electrical sparks to my clit. I’ve cum so hard I was weak.”

Elizabeth was somehow elated to hear her sister’s announcement. “Do you think that Daddy ever spanked Mom?”

“Oh, I know he did,” Margaret said with assurance. “At least twice, I heard him. Yelling at her about breaking his rules, and then I would hear the slaps followed by her howls. Then when he stopped, I’d hear her noises while they had sex. So, I guess I come by it honestly. How about you?”

“Oh yeah,” Elizabeth admitted. “I enjoy the hell out of it.”

Having received the information she had wanted from her sister, Elizabeth changed the topic. “When are you thinking about getting married?”

“Not till next year,” Margaret replied. “Are you planning on kicking me out of my basement retreat?”

“Not a chance, sweetie,” Betts said with a smile. “Now let me ask you another question. Have you ever sat on this seat and felt the water jet up between your legs?”

“You’re kidding,” Margaret gasped.

“Nope,” the big sister laughed. “I’ve had two orgasms since we got in the tub. Now it’s your turn.”

After they traded seats, Margaret’s eyes widened. “Oh my god!” she almost shouted. “Refill my glass. This is almost as good as having Jonathan behind me.”

Elizabeth just smiled as she turned up the force of the water, and prepared to see the look on her little sister’s face when she reached an orgasm.

Over the following two weeks, Elizabeth continued to consider the submissive role. She and Tommy continued to have sex at least once a day. Their couplings were always hot and steamy. Elizabeth often felt resentful they had to stop and sleep. She just seemed to be incapable of having enough of her man. He filled her every need.

On a Friday evening, Elizabeth left work early to be sure she was home before Tommy arrived. After long consideration, she had decided what she had to do. She was frightened by her decision, but also excited about it. On arriving home, Elizabeth quickly stripped and showered. She wanted to be ready for Tommy.

As always, she received a text from him. “On my way home.”

Smiling at her phone, she replied, “I’m upstairs. Join me.”

His response, “Gladly.”

Fifteen minutes later, Tommy opened the doors to their bedroom. He was at least mildly shocked to find his wife naked and kneeling at the foot of their bed, her head down. It dawned on him that his wife had assumed the position of a submissive awaiting her master’s command.

“What are you doing, Betts?”

“I’m waiting for you, my love. I am yours.”

“You’ve been mine since we met at the reunion.”

With her head still down, Elizabeth held out her hands to her husband. Extending her arms upward, she offered him a collar. Tommy took it from her to examine a shiny metal collar with a loop on it.

“What is this, Betts?”

“It’s a collar. I want to wear it for you.”

“Are you suggesting that you want to be my submissive? You want me to be your Dom?”

“Yes, sir,” she said clearly.

“Have you thought about this, baby?”

“I’ve thought of little else since we were in Rome when you spanked me and fucked me until I passed out. I can’t be your pet all day, every day, but I can be when we’re alone. It’s what I want, Tommy.”

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Elizabeth looked up to see her husband standing above her, holding the silver collar. “There’s a leash on the bed that hooks into the collar. I want to be your sub. I want to be your pet, your whore, your slave. That’s how much I love you. I give you my body and my very soul.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’ve very sure,” she whispered.

Leaning over, Tommy put the collar around her neck, snapping it closed. “When we are alone, you will be my pet, but you will always do my bidding. You will follow my instructions when I give them. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“As your Dom, I promise to never humiliate you publicly. That is simply not something I could abide. We’ll try this because you’ve asked for it, but it will end the second you asked to be released from our agreement.”

“Thank you,” she said, looking up at him.

Tommy took off his sport coat, tossing it aside. “Take off my trousers,” he commanded his slave.

Elizabeth only needed to lean forward slightly to reach his belt. She quickly opened it, pulled down the zipper, and let his slacks fall to the floor. She looked up again, and he nodded. Putting her hands in the waistband of his boxers, Betts pulled down to let them fall around his ankles. His erect cock stood proudly, seeming to stare at her. She was mesmerized by it and unable to look away.

As Tommy unbuttoned his shirt, he saw that his wife appeared to be trembling. “What’s wrong, Betts?”

“Nothing,” she gasped. “It’s just so beautiful. I just love it so much. Your cock gives me so much pleasure. It fills me and drives me wild.” She watched as a small bud of clear precum formed at the tip.

“Kiss it,” Tommy whispered as he tossed his shirt across the room.

Following his instructions, Betts kissed the head of his cock, smearing his clear fluid on her lips. She licked her lips and looked up.

“You want it in your mouth, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“Do it,” he told her and watched as she tried to swallow the entire thing at one time.

Putting her hands on his firm thighs, Elizabeth began to work her mouth on his stiff cock, trying to take as much of it as she could into her mouth. Betts felt as though she had been starving and was now being offered what she needed.

“Open your legs and finger your pussy,” her master demanded.

Betts was only too happy to comply with his orders and groaned loudly when she felt her fingers slide into her wet opening.

“Look at me!”

Glancing up, Elizabeth saw that Tommy had his cell phone in his hand and was filming her as she sucked his cock, and played with her pussy.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he told her as he watched her on the phone’s small screen. “I’ve been taking pictures of you lately so that I can remind myself what a lucky man I am to have such a marvelous creature to love me. I understand now why Bill wanted those films of you in your naked beauty.”

Elizabeth kept her eyes on Tommy but didn’t stop performing her duty. There wasn’t any way she could rest until he reached a climax.

What was happening was as exciting to Tommy as it was for Elizabeth. It didn’t take long for him to feel an oncoming orgasm, and he was willing to bet that she was close too.

“Do you want me to cum on your face?”

“Yes!” she gasped, releasing his cock only long enough to speak. “Yes, please!”

Tommy stepped back, still filming with his phone, and took his cock in his hand. “Cum for me,” he directed her. Tommy watched as Betts closed her eyes, and opened her mouth to form the perfect “O” of orgasm. As she gasped, he fired hot semen onto her face and into her mouth. Line after line of jizz covered her face, mouth, and chin.

Putting his hands in her hair, Tommy pulled Betts to her feet. He took both of her breasts in his hands. “Who do these belong to?”

“You,” she answered. “They are yours.”

He put his hand between her legs and roughly grabbed her sex. “Who owns this?”

“You,” she replied. “Only you.”

He reached behind her and slapped both of her ass cheeks. “Is your ass mine too?”

“Yes,” she told him. “My ass is yours anytime you want it.”

“Is your sister at home now?”

“No. Margaret’s out with Jonathan this evening,” Betts answered as she wiped some of the semen away from her eye.

“Good,” he said. “Go wash your face and come back to me quickly.”

As soon as she was back, Tommy snapped the leash onto the collar. “You’re going to be my personal slut, Betts. You are going to beg for sex. You will wake me up every morning with your mouth on my cock, and when it is filled with my cum, you’ll swallow it and thank me.”

He put his hand on her sex and squeezed it. “When I’m fucking this sweet pussy you will tell me how good it is. You’ll be loud and beg for me to make you cum. You are going to be my personal whore, Betts. Are you good with that?”

“Yes, Tommy,” she whispered as a single tear ran down her cheek. “I will gladly be what you want.”

After he put on a pair of shorts, Tommy took the leash in his hand and led the still naked Elizabeth down to the kitchen. He picked her up, and set her down on the granite countertop, moving her knees apart so that she was open to his eyes.

As he began prowling through the refrigerator looking for something to eat, Tommy talked to her. “As long as we’re going to have another person in the house, I can’t have you walking around naked all the time. Not that I care if your sister sees you naked, but she might want to bring Jonathan into the house. Tomorrow I want you to go shopping. You’ll find some dresses to wear around the house. I want to have some light cotton things that I can get off of you in five seconds.”

He turned to look at her. “I’ll do that tomorrow. What else?” she asked.

“I want you to start wearing dresses and skirts to work,” he told her. “I’ll permit you to wear a bra to the office, but no panties. That sweet pussy is not to be covered.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

Tommy walked over to her, pulling her butt to the edge of the countertop, and spread her legs wide. He quickly ran his tongue through her slit and began to work on her clit. He pushed two fingers into her wetness, fingering her hard and fast.

“Oh yes, Tommy,” Betts shouted as he put her legs over his shoulders. “Yes, baby! Eat my pussy and make me cum!”

Tommy stopped and stood up to look at his wife, his mouth covered with her juices. “That’s it,” he said with a grin. “That’s what I want to hear from my slut wife. It felt good to say, didn’t it?”

“Yeah,” she answered with a smile. “I’ve thought it a hundred times, but I’ve never said it out loud.”

“You are now free to say anything to me. You’re going to be my personal whore, and whores say what they want. You will be my princess in the living room, and my whore in the bedroom. You like that idea. I can see it in your eyes.”

Betts leaned over to put her arms around her husband’s neck, smiled, and said, “I want you to put that big dick in my pussy and fuck me until I can’t walk.”

Tommy grinned at his wife. “I think this will work out nicely.”

A week later, Elizabeth came into the house from work to find Tommy in the kitchen. She walked straight to him to deliver a kiss. It was a slow, tender kiss that they both knew could start a fire if allowed to continue. As she moved away, Tommy snapped her collar around her neck.

Without saying a word, Betts removed her blouse and bra. She unzipped her skirt, and let it fall around her ankles. She stood naked in front of him for only a few seconds before she got down on her knees and assumed the standard submissive position.

“Have you been a good girl today?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she replied without looking up.

“Did you masturbate today?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How many times?”

“Just once. When you called and told me to.”

“Just once?”

“Only once,” she said. “I wanted to do more, but I didn’t have your permission.”

“Do you still have the butt plug in?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Could you feel it all day?” he asked.

“I could taste your cum in my mouth and the plug you put in my ass all day. It was difficult to concentrate on anything else.”

“How do you plan to entertain me tonight?” he said as he twisted the plug.

“In any way that pleases you. I am yours to command.”

“I want you to go upstairs and put on one of your slut dresses. Then I want you to put the little pink toy in your pussy and bring me the controller.”

“Yes, sir,” Betts said as she picked up her clothes from the floor and walked away.

When she was gone, Tommy picked up his cellphone and opened the video he had made of Betts on her knees sucking his cock. For probably the fiftieth time, he watched the video until it ended with her face covered with his spunk.

“Thomas Hawk, you lucky motherfucker,” he said aloud with a broad smile. “Maybe tonight we’ll watch the last video of her sister having sex with the preacher. That always drives her a little crazy.”

Upstairs, Betts hung up the clothes she had worn to work. Standing naked in her closet, she looked through the dresses she had purchased to wear when she was home for Tommy. She had to admit they were all cute if not sexy, and her husband loved them. He seemed to get great pleasure knowing there was nothing under them but bare skin ready to be touched.

Putting on the yellow one, she looked in her large, full-length mirror, deciding it was perfect.

In the bedroom, she found the pink toy before she noticed the cock-shaped blue dildo with a suction cup on the bottom. Smiling, Betts thought of how she could use it to arouse her husband. Putting her toys down on the bed, she picked her cellphone and tapped out a message for her sister. “When you come home, please use the front door. Tommy and I may be playing in the kitchen.”

After sending the message, Elizabeth picked up her toys to rejoin Tommy in the kitchen. As she walked toward the door, she said, “Betts, you are one lucky bitch. Life just couldn’t be better.”