Not quite the plan

You take a deep breath and begin to strip off your clothes, your hands trembling slightly with a mixture of nerves and excitement. Your

wife watches you intently, a smirk playing at t h e corners of her lips a s you reveal your naked body t o h e r.

'Very good,' she purrs, circling around you slowly, her eyes raking over your form. "You follow instructions well, don't you? Such a good

little submissive.'

You feel a flush of humiliation at her words, but also a thrill of arousal. Being naked and **** before your wife, subject to her

whims, i s b o t h demeaning a n d darkly exciting.

Your wife trails a finger down your chest, making you shiver. 'Now, I think it's time for your punishment,' she says, her voice low and

sultry. 'Get on your knees, pet.'

You obey, sinking to your knees on the carpet, your heart pounding. Your wife stands over you, tall and dominant in her heels, her body

curved and enticing in her tight dress.

She reaches out and grabs your hair, pulling your head back roughly. "You've been a very naughty boy, haven't you?' she growls.

'Watching all that dirty porn, getting yourself off without me. It's time you learned your place.'

With that, she shoves your face into her crotch, the fabric of her dress pressing against your nose and mouth. You can smell the musky

scent of h e r arousal through t h e material, and you feel a surge of humiliating desire.

'Worship me,' your wife commands, her voice thick with lust. 'Show me how sorry you are.'

You begin to lap and suck at her through the dress, your tongue working frantically as you try to please her. She moans softly, grinding

her hips against your face, using you for her pleasure.

As you service your wife, you can't help but think about how far you've fallen, how completely she's dominated you. But a dark, shameful

part of you revels in it, craves more of her control and degradation.