The week off was about to start. I knew exactly what that meant. It's been a tradition between me and my wife for over a decade. It started out as just two twenty year olds screwing around. Now, here we are, thirty five, and the tradition keeps going.
I took the day off of work so I could start preparing for her to come home. I made sure everything was clean, and then I made sure we had enough rope and duct tape to last us the week. After that was finished, I sat down, and waited for her to come home.
I heard the car pull into the driveway, and I got on my knees in front of the front door. She came through wearing a white fur coat, a black shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes.
"Why are you clothed, slave?" She said, winking at me. "You know the rules. During the week of slavery, my boy doesn't get to wear clothes."
"I'm sorry, your highness. Let me fix that."
I quickly took off all of my clothes, and folded them nicely. She took them from me, and walked around me.
"Follow me."
I turned and crawled behind her. She led me to our bedroom, and we stopped in front of my closet. We each had our own separate closets. My closet was locked by a key she kept on a key ring around her neck.
"No more clothes for the week. You should know better than that. I would hate to have to punish you right off the bat."
"You know how much I love your punishments, though, mistress."
"I'm not going to punish you so quickly in the week, slave. Alright, you know the routine. Let's get you tied up."
We went out to the living room, where she began to tie me to the Lazy Boy chair. She tied my hands above my head, and then tied a rope from there to the base of the chair. She did the same with my legs. I was gagged with more rope, which was tied around my extended arms and pulled into my mouth. My wife began to look at me with seductive eyes as she grabbed my cock.
"Are you my little slave?" She whispered in my ear. "You gonna serve me all week?"
"Yes, mistress," I mumbled through the gag.
"Quiet, slave. You just listen to the sound of my voice. I own you for the next week. You are going to do whatever I want you to do, and you're going to like it. Does that sound good, slave? Or do I need to punish you?"
The minute she said 'punish you' I lost it. I shot my load all over her hand and my legs.
"Good thing you didn't get that on my coat, slave, or I would have punished you severely for that."
It was going to be a great week.
TBC