It started like any other day—a busy morning filled with meetings. I was leading a presentation, reviewing numbers on the big screen, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. At first, I ignored it, trying to stay focused on the task at hand, but the buzzing continued—persistent. Figuring it might be something important, I discreetly pulled out my phone. The sender? “Battle Ax”—the nickname I affectionately gave my wife early in our marriage, a playful jab at her fiery personality. She loved it, and the name stuck.
I was used to getting quick texts from her during the day, but this time, the notification preview showed a picture. Curiosity got the better of me, and I swiped to open it.
As soon as I did, I froze.
Her picture appeared on the screen—but not just on my phone. It mirrored onto the projector, broadcasting to the entire meeting room.
There she was—my wife, standing in front of the mirror, her long red hair cascading down her back. She was completely nude, but her hair was draped just right, covering her in an almost artistic way. Her breasts were hidden, and while her posture was confident and alluring, nothing explicit was revealed. Still, it was more than enough to cause a reaction.
I could feel my colleagues behind me, the sudden tension thickening the air in the room. My boss coughed awkwardly, and the room filled with a strange combination of gasps and nervous laughter. My stomach dropped as I quickly fumbled to disconnect my phone from the projector, but the image had already been up for a few seconds—long enough for everyone to see.
I turned around to face the room. The looks on their faces said it all—surprised, curious, and maybe a little jealous. They had all seen the woman I called my wife, a woman who, no matter the situation, could make an entire room stop and take notice.
My boss, ever the joker, broke the silence first.
“Well… that’s certainly one way to grab everyone’s attention,” he said with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood.
A few chuckles followed, but I could feel the weight of the situation. My wife had never done anything like this before—sending a photo so casually, in the middle of the day. And now, the entire room had gotten a glimpse of her, teasingly covered but undeniably captivating.
I stammered an apology, trying to play it off. “Sorry about that. Technical glitch.”
The meeting resumed, but the tension remained. My coworkers kept glancing my way, and I couldn’t stop thinking about the image. It wasn’t just the photo—it was the way she’d sent it, knowing I was in a meeting, knowing it could have been seen. And yet… I knew it wasn’t an accident.
My phone buzzed again.
Another message.
I didn’t dare open it in front of everyone this time, but as soon as the meeting ended, I stepped out into the hallway, my heart racing, and checked the message.
This time, the photo left nothing to the imagination. My wife had moved her hair aside, revealing herself completely. The confidence, the power in her pose—it was undeniable. She knew exactly what she was doing.
And then the caption: “You’re mine tonight. I hope they enjoyed the preview.”
By the time I got home, the adrenaline from the day had reached its peak. The image of her standing there, commanding control, was burned into my mind. I walked into the house, the air thick with anticipation. As soon as I stepped inside, I noticed the low hum of techno music playing, and the lights dimmed to set the mood. It was clear that this wasn’t just a regular night.
I made my way to the bathroom, where she had carefully prepared everything for me. My favorite drink sat on the counter, condensation dripping down the glass, waiting for me. The soft beats of the music seemed to sync with my racing pulse, filling the air with an electric energy. The bathroom was warm, the lights low, and the steam from the shower already filled the room.
Then I saw it—the message on the mirror, written in bold red lipstick. The words were impossible to miss:
WASH, RELAX, AND PREPARE.
A chill ran down my spine as I read it. There was no mistaking the intent behind her instructions. She had planned every detail, from the dim lights to the drink and music, to ensure I was ready for what was coming next.
I undressed slowly, my heart pounding in my chest, and stepped into the shower. The warm water cascaded over me, easing the tension from the day as I let my mind wander. I couldn’t stop thinking about the pictures she had sent earlier, about the way she had commanded my attention without even being in the room. And now, standing here under the spray, I was more than ready for whatever she had planned.
The shower was more than just a wash—it was a ritual, a way to clear my head and focus entirely on the moment ahead. I took my time, letting the water and the heat relax me, preparing myself both physically and mentally for what was to come. Every thought, every sensation, was heightened by the anticipation she had built throughout the day.
After I finished preparing myself in the shower, I stepped out, my skin warm and tingling. The mirror was still fogged up, but the message in red lipstick remained, a stark reminder of what was waiting for me on the other side of the door.
With my pulse racing, I dried off and made my way to the bedroom.
When I opened the door, there she was—my wife. She stood waiting for me, her eyes burning with the same fire I had seen in the photos she’d sent earlier. The room was dimly lit, the atmosphere thick with tension and desire. Without saying a word, she walked over, her hands moving with purpose as she removed the towel, piece by piece, until I stood bare before her.
She looked me up and down with a satisfied smirk before leaning in close. Her lips brushed against my ear, her breath hot as she whispered, “You don’t need to see anything tonight.”
She blindfolded me, heightening the intensity of the moment, then tied my wrists together with soft restraints. My heart raced as I stood there, completely at her mercy, my body trembling with anticipation. She guided me toward the bed, her hands firm on my back as she put me in position.
“Bend over,” she commanded, her voice low and full of control. “Good boy. Now, spread your ass cheeks.”
Trembling, I reached back with both hands, my heart racing, and spread my ass. The vulnerability in the act, the complete submission, sent a wave of anticipation through me. And then I felt it—her warm breath followed by the first, slow touch of her tongue. She began exploring me, my entire body tensing with pleasure. The sensations were overwhelming, more intimate and intense than I had ever experienced before.
She took her time, teasing me, driving me deeper into submission with every flick of her tongue. My body responded completely, trembling beneath her touch. It wasn’t long before I was lost in the sensation, my breath ragged and my mind spinning.
After what felt like an eternity of being teased, she pulled back. I barely had time to register what was happening before she moved and instructed me to stand up, her tone leaving no room for argument. I obeyed, still blindfolded, and stood beside the bed. She positioned herself with her head hanging just off the edge of the bed, her mouth open as she pulled me by the dick, sliding my swollen member into her mouth. She enveloped me entirely as her lips sealed tightly around the base. She took me all the way down, her throat relaxed as my shaft slid effortlessly past her lips, until my balls hit her chin. I groaned, the sensation of her mouth wrapping around me so intense I could feel her moans vibrating through my cock and into my entire body as I jackhammered her mouth with my cock as she had requested.
Every thrust I made was deliberate, every sensation heightened by the fact that she had complete control.
As the intense feeling to cum began to overtake me, my cock started to twitch uncontrollably. As I began to pull out of her mouth, she suddenly grabbed my hips, pushing me back down toward her. Her tongue found its way to my hole, massaging my undercarriage, sending waves of erotic pleasure through my body. It was an experience I would never forget—probably one of the most erotic sensations I’ve ever had. So intense that I could barely breathe, my body trembling as my cock erupted, spurting thick, rhythmic ropes of cum all over her chest and breasts.
Exhausted, I lay face down, my cock still sensitive from the intense orgasm I had just experienced. Then I heard her say, “Hey, I’m not done. Get up.” Holy fuck, I thought, this can’t be real—three nuts in one session?
I was barely coherent, my body still reeling from the intensity of my release. But I obeyed without question. I rose up, my muscles weak but my mind still hungry for more.
“Turn over,” she whispered in my ear, her voice low, filled with intent.
“Now,” she demanded.
I complied, my body still buzzing from the earlier sensations, my mind in a state of surrender. As I lay back, she moved with purpose, and I felt her strapping something around her waist. My heart raced as I realized what was coming next.
“You thought you were done?” she growled, straddling me, positioning herself between my legs. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Without hesitation, she guided herself between my legs, spreading them apart, taking control with complete authority. She reached down, her hand wrapping around my still-sensitive shaft, holding me in place as she entered me with a firm, deliberate thrust. My breath caught in my throat as she moved inside me, her movements confident and precise.
With each thrust, she pushed me deeper into a state of submission, the sensation of her inside me unlike anything I had experienced before. It wasn’t just physical; it was mental, emotional—a complete surrender of control. My body responded to her, my heart pounding in rhythm with her movements, my hands gripping the sheets as I gave myself over entirely to her dominance.
Her pace was steady, deliberate, every movement calculated to drive me further into a state of heightened pleasure. The sounds of our bodies moving together filled the room, her breath heavy as she whispered in my ear, “You’re mine tonight—every inch of you.”
The words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my body respond, my desire building again despite the exhaustion that weighed on me. She continued, her hands exploring my body, her touch both gentle and firm, guiding me through the experience with complete control.
As the intensity built, my mind began to blur, lost in the overwhelming sensations. She knew exactly how to push me to the edge, keeping me on the brink, my entire body trembling with anticipation. The rhythm of her movements, the sound of her breath, the feel of her touch—it all combined into a symphony of sensation that consumed me completely.
And then, just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she slowed her pace, easing out of me with deliberate care. My body quivered beneath her as she leaned down, her breath hot against my skin, whispering one final command in my ear:
“Remember, you’re mine.”
The words echoed in my mind as I lay there, spent, my body trembling from the intensity of the experience. She rose from the bed, leaving me there in the dim light, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. For a long moment, neither of us spoke, the silence between us heavy with the weight of what had just happened.
Finally, she leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my neck before slipping out of the room, leaving me alone in the aftermath. I lay there, my body exhausted but my mind still racing, replaying every moment of the night in my head.
As the adrenaline began to fade, I realized something profound: it wasn’t just about dominance or submission, or even about the physical sensations. It was about trust—about the deep connection we had built, where I could let go completely, knowing she would guide me through every step of the way. It was a new level of intimacy, one I hadn’t known was possible until that night.
And as I drifted off to sleep, my body aching and my mind at ease, I knew that this was only the beginning of what we could explore together.
