Ch. 01. Mary Learns About Control

1. Mary learns about control

Mary woke that morning feeling horny. She was at home alone, as her husband Dan had left to get breakfast for them both. She thought about getting ready for when he came back home, but if she was being honest with herself another idea was coming to her.

Dan had previously given her a special box of "vouchers" as he called them. They were contained in a lovely presentation box, with a variety of different offers. There were a number of romantic suggestions, such as a meal in a fancy restaurant, or a scenic walk. There were also some very sexy offers. Mary had enjoyed exploring the sexy side, and that was where her mind was going at that moment.

She went to the drawer where she kept the box, with a tingle of anticipation building. She opened the lid and began to thumb through the vouchers contained inside. There were some very interesting options in there - sensual massage, kisses all over, and various sexual positions.

Mary knew that she simply had to choose a card and leave it ready for Dan to find. He was always ready to engage with her choices, and some memorable days had come from the ideas in the box.

What really intrigued Mary though was the card labelled "Take control of me: you're in charge". She had always skipped past that card previously. The card was different to the others she had previously selected, as it wasn't quite specific. A thrill of anticipation ran through Mary as she pulled out the card. Her decision had been made. She trusted Dan in every way, but what it meant, she was not exactly sure.

Mary put the card in her usual place, on Dan's pillow. It was a little bit coy, but she knew that he understood that it was sometimes hard for Mary to voice exactly what she wanted. That was why Dan had come up with the vouchers - he wanted her to express herself with minimum embarrassment.

Mary put on her dressing gown and went downstairs to wait for Dan to return. He came back a short while later and they ate breakfast together. She was somewhat quieter than usual during the meal; she felt a bit nervous, but she couldn't quite explain why. Dan was looking at her with an interested expression. After a while, he gave her a pointed look, then he simply got up from the table and headed upstairs. Mary felt a thrill inside: Dan was so good at reading her mood in these situations.

He came back after a few minutes, with an enigmatic smile on his face. "I thought you were looking different since I came home," he said. "I checked where you wanted me to and found your message." He looked at her intently, his cold blue eyes holding her gaze. He asked, "I have been waiting for you to be ready for this day. Are you sure this is what you want?"

Mary felt mild trepidation, but she was committed now. "Yes," she said simply, in a voice quieter than she had expected.

Dan nodded. "Good girl," he said.

Now Mary's choice was out in the open, she felt an unbelievable sense of anticipation. Her body was tingling; her nipples were hard, and she felt a warmth and wetness in her pussy.

"What now?" she asked, demurely.

Dan smirked. "Not quite what you think," he said. "You chose this," he continued. "What do you think will happen next?"

Mary had an idea, but suddenly she felt very unsure, and a little silly. She thought for a moment, took a breath and looked up at Dan shyly. "The card says 'You're in charge', you tell me." she said.

Dan waited a moment, looking at Mary expectantly. He wanted more. Mary knew what she should say. "Maybe, you're going to tie me up?" she asked.

Of course, they had experimented with some light bondage in the past and it had been a lot of fun. Right now, the thought of him rubbing his hands and tongue all over her body, very slowly, while she was powerless to resist, felt extremely appealing to Mary.

Dan held her gaze. He looked so confident. He shook his head slightly, with that knowing smile again.

"I've been planning this for a long time, waiting for you to be ready for me. Now that the time has arrived, I might decide to restrain you, but that's not the main point of your choice today. The key point on that card was 'You're in control' and I need to be certain that this is what you want. If we go forward, you will submit to me. Is that what you want?"

Oh my God, Mary thought. This was going quickly, yet deep down she knew this was what she needed. What did he have planned for her? She always knew he had an inner confidence, that he liked to be in charge, but this was new. She had always loved his self-assurance, but he had rarely used this on her in this way. She reflected to herself that she liked it. If she was really honest, she found it liberating.

"Is that what you want?" he repeated.

"Yes," she said, slightly breathlessly.

"Say it" he instructed, staring at Mary as if looking through her.

"Say what?" she gasped, even though she had a good idea.

"You know what," he reminded her.

"I want you to be in control."

"Of who?"

His expression did not change.

"Say it," he coaxed.

She took a deep breath again. Her mouth felt suddenly dry. "I want you to be in control of me." she confirmed. Suddenly she felt freer having said it out loud, although still full of trepidation.

He raised his eyebrows. It still was not enough.

She knew what he meant, although it surprised her. She looked straight at him, her hands calmly in her lap.

"I submit to you, to your control."

"Thank you," he said. "You have no idea how moving it is for me to hear those words from you. I have waited for a long time and to be honest, I was not sure you would ever be ready. I take your gift seriously and I will take care of you."

"What will you make me do?" she asked.

He smiled. "I will never make you do anything," he said, kindly. "But you've made your choice to submit to my control." He smiled that enigmatic, knowing smirk. "I think you'll enjoy it a lot. We'll have a lot of fun."

He continued, "I have a task for you, perhaps not what you might expect. But this will be an interesting test of your desire for this choice."

Mary smiled and nodded, expectantly.

Dan told her what he wanted from her. "Your first task is to give me the respect I deserve," he told her. "Every time you talk to me today, I want to hear my name. It will remind you at every moment who is in charge. It will take some discipline, but it will be worth it. It will remind both of us of our responsibilities in this arrangement."

His eyes shone. Mary was surprised. This was not what I imagined, but it will be easy, she thought.

As if he could read her mind, Dan continued, "I know what you're thinking - it can't be that difficult, what I'm asking of you."

She smiled coyly again.

"If you do well, there will be rewards for you," smiled Dan, "but there will be a forfeit if you do not respect me properly." He looked stern as he finished.

"We need to introduce an element of consequence for you," he told her. That suddenly shocked her.

"Do you accept?" he asked.

She regained her composure. "Yes!" she said.

He looked at her sternly again, and raised her eyebrows expectantly. He waited for her to respond.

Of course! She realised her error.

"Yes... Dan..." she answered, more hesitantly than she had expected. It felt strange, but also weirdly appropriate. Mary thought it was going to be fun to give Dan what he wanted.

"Good," he said. "I will be fair. I won't count that slip," he said. It won't be as easy as you think, but don't forget that I'll be counting from now on. Remember that I deserve respect from you, and you don't want to let me down do you?"

"No, of course not... Dan," she smiled.

This felt fun, but Mary remembered the second part of Dan's instruction.

"Er... Dan... What did you mean by there being consequences?"

He looked at her and replied, "Don't worry about that for now," he said. "It won't be terrible, but it will be significant. Your best option is to do what you are told, isn't it?"

"Yes Dan," she replied carefully.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

Mary took a moment to collect her thoughts. Events had certainly taken a different turn this morning. She wondered how things had ended up here, as this was not what she expected when she got up that morning. Still, she would get to try out what it felt like to submit to his control, at least for the day. If it didn't work out, the next day they could go back to how it was previously.

"Well... Dan..." They both smiled. "I did not expect that we'd end up having this discussion! But, I trust you, I love you, and I want you to have what you need from me."

"You're horny, aren't you?" he asked.

She knew she was. This was how she ended up here. She knew he was playing with her mind and she was ready to accept it. Her whole body was trembling with anticipation for him.

"You'll get what's coming to you," he said, knowingly. That statement made her wet with desire. "The wait will do you good, as will the test I have for you."

"What can I do to please you, Dan?" she asked brightly.

"Get dressed, and we'll go out for the day," he said. "You know what is appropriate."

Mary could not help but pout. She had worked herself to a state of sexual readiness and now she felt slightly dismissed. However, she had agreed to submit to him for the day, so she had to go along with Dan's instruction.

She went back upstairs to dress. She had a good idea what she should wear for him. She put on sexy lingerie, plus a dress she knew he liked. It wasn't slutty, but it left no-one in any doubt that she had a tight body and full breasts. She liked the hungry look he gave her when she wore the dress. She knew the effect her underwear would have when the time came. There was just enough cleavage to draw admiring looks from other men. Dan was never jealous and that had weirdly irritated her at first. Now she accepted that he knew that she was his woman, and proud of her beauty.

She came back downstairs and he was waiting for her. He offered his arm and took her out to his car. He opened the car door for her, something he would not normally do, but she went along with the roleplay as part of the fun.

They went shopping for the morning and then for lunch in a cute café. Throughout the day they chatted normally, but of course Mary felt the weight of her instructions as well as the slight anxiousness over the possiblity of discovering Dan's forfeit.

She felt he was very intense with how he was listening to the way she talked all day. He would engage her in casual conversations, constantly asking for clarification. Sometimes it was a struggle to remember to use his name every time she spoke. After a while, it felt absolutely normal. He was right that he deserved respect so why shouldn't she honour him in the way he wanted?

When they arrived home Dan asked Mary if she wanted to go out for dinner that evening. She relished the pantomime of the situation and the challenge of living up to his requests of her. So far it had been quite benign, but Mary had the feeling that things might change as the evening progressed. Of course she agreed. She looked forward to enticing him with a sexy outfit.

"I must warn you," Dan told her, "but this will be the last open choice you'll have this evening." Mary did not really understand, but she acquiesced regardless. Dan was in charge. This is what she had agreed to do.

He booked the table and told her to get ready for him. Mary had plenty of time so she relaxed into her beauty regime after a long bath. She painted her nails - red of course, as she knew the effect that would have. She chose bright red underwear to go with the nails, which enhanced all the right curves. She picked out a little black dress, this time hugging her figure beautifully. Her hair was arranged artfully and she picked simple jewellery, with a pendant resting teasingly into her cleavage. Her makeup was subtle, but her lips were definitely not. The final touch were classic high heels. She checked herself out in the full length mirror. How could Dan resist her?

She knew that Dan had dressed for the occasion. He was freshly showered, clean shaven. He looked handsome and powerful in his smart, tailored jacket, which accentuated his shoulders.

They left for the restaurant. Dan drove, of course. On the way, he casually told her more about the evening to come.

"Mary," he said, "this is important. When we get to the restaurant, since I'm in control, we'll do things differently this evening. Is that ok with you?"

"Yes Dan."

"Good. Well, you are not to speak to anyone but me, unless I give you permission. You can speak to me, but only if you are spoken to. Can you do that?"

Her heart was pounding. This was different, she thought.

She nodded. He smiled again.

"You know the rules by now," he reminded her.

"Dan, I won't talk to anyone unless you allow it," she promised.

"Good girl."

They arrived at the restaurant. It was a chic place and most of the tables were full. A few of the men turned to admire Mary as she stepped through the door, with Dan's arm protectively around her.

The young, pretty waitress bounced over and showed them to their table. Dan ordered some drinks and she left briefly. Mary looked at the menu while they made small talk.

When the waitress returned, she opened as usual by asking Mary what she would like. Mary was a little hesitant, because she remembered Dan's instruction not to speak to anyone but him. But, surely he didn't mean the waitress, she thought.

Dan surprised Mary by interjecting smoothly, confidently giving the waitress Mary's food order. Mary was shocked. She didn't expect him to take over in quite this way. Sure, he ordered food that Mary might have chosen, but it was certainly different that he didn't even ask her.

What was even more surprising was the waitress's reaction. She hesitated for just a tiny beat, and then tried turned to Dan. "And what can I get for you, Sir?" she asked. Mary was unsettled, not only how she herself merely accepted the situation, but also because the waitress did not find it unusual. The waitress simply went along with the dynamic and from that point onwards it was as if Mary was not part of the conversation, or at least not as important. Was it Mary's imagination, or was the waitress flirting with Dan as he ordered?

Has my life changed so quickly? Mary thought suddenly. Until that moment, she was giving up control to Dan in a very intimate way. Suddenly it seemed she was submissive in public. The most shocking thing to her was not only that she accepted her submissiveness, but also that the waitress did so readily.

Her eyes widened as she realised she ached with desire, for him. She wouldn't have been surprised if she was leaving a damp patch on her chair right now. Her whole body was on alert with a prickling sensation.

The waitress sashayed away, her hips subtly swinging as she walked. Mary caught the waitress looking back slyly at Dan as she went into the kitchen. She can feel his power. This is unconsciously affecting her, she thought.

The waitress returned soon afterwards with their starters. She looked at Dan brazenly as she placed the food in front of them, completely ignoring Mary.

"Is there anything more I can do for you Sir?" she asked, suggestively. Dan shook his head slowly with that calm smile of his. Mary blushed with frustration. What a cheeky bitch, she thought.

They ate their meal, and Dan talked with Mary as if nothing had happened. The waitress cleared their plates, again with her attention solely on Dan, as if Mary were not there. When she left, Dan spoke.

"I'm afraid, I have been counting," he said with mock disappointment in his voice. "I said you might find it difficult to live up to your commitment to me today. I count eleven times that you didn't give me the respect you promised."

Mary was stunned. She had been sure she was doing what was asked of her.

He looked at her levelly. "You know what that means," he reminded her.

Oh shit.

A forfeit. What did that mean? Why hadn't she thought to ask before now?

"You can take your punishment now, in public, or later in private, but in a way I know you'll find more embarrassing," he offered.

She felt skewered. Of course, he had known this would happen.

He waited calmly for her to respond.

"I'll... I'll take it now, Dan."

"I understand. If you want to be forgiven, you must give me your underwear before we leave this place."

Mary smiled to herself. Well that isn't too bad, she thought. It could have been worse. Of course, there was no way she might have considered doing such a slutty thing even a day ago. This game had already adjusted her behaviour in ways she had not imagined.

She lowered her eyes. It had the effect her wanted. "Yes, Dan," she said demurely.

The waitress returned with their main course. Nothing was said while she placed the plates although of course she ignored Mary as if she were not there.

When she had finished her meal, Mary rose from the table without looking at Dan and walked quickly to the bathroom. She felt a little unsteady on her legs so she took a moment to compose herself in the mirror. She then hitched up her skirt quickly, removing her red panties. She placed them calmly on the counter, and then took a moment to reapply her bright red lipstick. She felt her heart beating as she looked in the mirror. What is he doing to me? she wondered.

She heard the door to the bathroom open, so she snatched up the panties quickly, a flush of embarrassment reaching her cheeks. A woman entered and smiled at her.

"Lovely shade of lipstick," she said brightly.

Mary remembered her instruction not to talk to anyone but Dan and she felt her commitment not to make any transgression. So she simply looked down at the floor and walked past the woman, who looked a little bewildered at Mary's behaviour. Mary felt rude, but she accepted that was what was required.

Mary returned to the table. She felt self-conscious, even though this was again between her and her husband once more. She felt aware of her sex as she walked back to the table. Surely no-one would know she was now naked underneath her dress, even though her panties had probably been visible through her dress previously, it was that tight. She had to hope no-one would notice

She sat down in her chair, leaning over to expose her cleavage provocatively. How to regain some semblance of power here? she wondered. Just then the waitress came out of the kitchen, holding the dessert menus. Mary took a look at her and smirked. She waited until the waitress fixed her gaze on Dan once more and then handed him her red panties with a suggestive look at the girl and then to Dan. The look on the girl's face was priceless as she stopped in her tracks. Dan looked on admiringly at Mary, his eyes full of approval. He's proud that it came to this, the bastard! she thought.

In a day full of surprises, Mary was amazed at what he did next. Dan took the panties from her, arranging them neatly. He then calmly placed them in the top pocket of his jacket, as if they were a handkerchief, like some kind of trophy. The red colour stood out proudly against the blue if his jacket.

Oh my fucking god, she thought. She was stunned. The blood rose again to her cheeks and she glanced at the waitress. The girl didn't know where to look, but her eyes flicked from the panties to Dan, but never quite back to Mary. The panties sat there like a wanton invitation. To the casual glance they looked like they belonged, but anyone who looked even a little closely would know what they were. Mary could see the thong clearly.

The waitress edged closer to their table as if a barrier made her reluctant to intrude. She opened her mouth to speak, but Dan cut her off before she could ask.

"I think we'll have dessert at home," he said confidently. The waitress returned with their bill, but she had lost much of her earlier perkiness.

Dan ushered Mary to the door. She felt every eye in the restaurant on them both. Do they know? she wondered. What must they think of me? And then, What if someone there knows me?

They left through a short, darker alleyway on the way to the car park. Dan stopped her, and pushed her lightly to the wall. He leaned in slowly and kissed her forcefully. She thought she would melt with desire. Is... he going to fuck me right here? she thought, a little panicked.

He pulled back and walked her to the car. She sat in the passenger seat very carefully so as to avoid exposing her naked pussy. She did not know if anyone had noticed her lack of panties, but she knew the waitress was inside telling others now. If they knew, surely they would be looking.

At first, Dan didn't say anything on the drive back home. When they stopped at a traffic light he casually reached over, putting his hand under her dress to grab her nakedness. Her hips spasmed up to meet him. She made a small sound, a tiny whimper.

"You are wet, aren't you?" he said. "What did you think of your evening?" he asked.

"You've made me your slut, Dan" she replied.

"But you love it, don't you?"

Oh fuck. "Yes, Dan," she agreed in a small voice.

She stared out the side window while he drove in silence.

"Dan, what was the other forfeit? The embarrassing one?" she demanded.

He glanced at her, taken aback.

"Do you really want to know?"

"I need to know what is in your mind," she explained.

"You'll be embarrassed. You won't want to do it."

"I've done a lot of things today that I might have found embarrassing previously," she said.

He stopped the car. "Alright," he said, "let's see where this takes us.

"I would have asked you to masturbate in front of me, for me. This is something I have always wanted, but I never had the courage to ask until now." He was less strident than earlier, which intrigued her. She was no less aroused.

Almost involuntarily, she started to reach between her thighs, looking directly at him. He placed a hand lightly on her arm, stopping her going any further.

"No, not like this," he said. "I want to see everything. How you do it, the look in your eyes." He paused. "And of course there will be rules."

He started the engine.

They did not speak as they travelled home. When they arrived, Mary waited patiently for Dan to come around to the passenger side to open the door for her. He helped her up out of the vehicle so she could maintain her dignity. The panties sat in his pocket, a symbol of his control, but she was sure that the neighbours would not notice if they saw them. At least she hoped so.

They entered the house and immediately went to the bedroom.

Dan gestured to the bed. "Take off your clothes and make yourself comfortable," be said. "I'll explain what I want you to do."

He sat in a chair in the corner of the room. She slowly unfastened the zip on her dress, stepped out of it, kicked off her heels and removed her bra. She propped up a few pillows and settled back into the bed, naked apart from her jewellery.

"I want to watch you masturbate," he told her. "You'll have to manage thirty seconds for every time you failed to give me proper respect. By my count, that's six and a half minutes. You must keep eye contact with me at all times, and it is important that you do not make yourself cum. That's my job."

I'll never manage that long, she thought. And anyway...

"That's not fair," she protested. "You said I failed eleven times earlier. I make that five and a half minutes." As if that made a difference, she thought.

"Don't make it worse for yourself. You missed your chance twice more in the car. Just then again. I make it seven minutes now." He sat back in the chair, waiting.

She bit her lip as she reached between her thighs, spreading her legs. As she had been told, she met his gaze and did not look away. Was it embarrassing? She was past that now. He looked inscrutable as he watched her.

Her pussy was so wet, slick with desire. Her fingers found her clitoris, between her plump labia, and began long strokes up and down. She groaned after only a few seconds, thinking How the fuck am I going to last seven minutes?

She was rubbing up and down, softly, slowly but rhythmically. Moans were coming out of her mouth involuntarily now. Dan swallowed with desire. She could see it. She thrust her hips towards him in an attempt to entice him. He just shook his head.

"One minute," he counted. "You'd better not cum."

One minute? She was panicking, panting loudly.

She changed her approach, moving her hand around her vagina in different directions. It built the tension in other ways, but she was still in trouble. It was worse that she had to keep looking at him. She reached up with her other hand to caress her breasts, rubbing her nipples.

"Three minutes. You're nearly halfway. Keep looking at me."

She was an absolute mess now, almost crying with the intense need for release.

"Please, Dan, please fuck me," she begged.

He shook his head again. "Not yet. Soon. It will be worth it. Do. Not. Cum."

She was shaking now, devoid of all thought except the focus it was taking not to cum. She knew her moans were so loud, louder than she had ever been with him.

"Six minutes. Are you ready?"

"Oh my fucking god Dan, I'm so ready. I'm going to cum so hard. Please, please fuck me."

Somehow she made it. He stood up and gently moved her hands up above her head. The inference was that she was not to touch any more. Her hips were bucking upwards, desperate for the final fulfillment.

He knelt between her thighs. She yelped as his hands pushed her legs further apart. He moved his face closer to her pussy and began to kiss around it. She desperately tried to push it into his mouth and eventually he stopped teasing and slid in his tongue. It was soft, warm and wet. It moved constantly, feathering her clitoris. Her moans reached another level, a higher pitch. He inserted two fingers and began to stroke in and out. She grabbed the headboard desperately as he carried on this movement until finally the explosion came from within. It was so intense that she almost screamed.

He sat up, triumphant.

"Was that worth the wait?"

She was shaking, shuddering. At first she couldn't speak. She nodded.

"Good. Now I can get what I want."

You've already got everything you wanted today.

He stood up, took off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. He unslipped his belt, placing it on the bed. He then removed his trousers and underwear. He stood there, his cock standing stiff and proud.

Mary lay still, staring at it. She felt mildly concerned over why he had taken off his belt. She glanced at it, then back at him, but did not speak.

He understood. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you."

He took up the belt and passed a loop back through the buckle. Mary was intrigued. It made a curious double loop.

"Hold out your arms." Now she understood. "No, I mean behind your back," he told her.

She stood up, facing away from him, her arms together. He slipped the loop quickly over both wrists and pulled the end. Instantly, her hands were immobilised. She tried to wiggle her hands, but found that she really could not pull them apart. Mary was again stunned how quickly that had happened to her. The effect was to force her shoulders back, pushing her breasts out proudly.

"On your knees," he commanded.

He moved forward. She knew what was required, so she took his throbbing member between her lips. The effect was impressive as she slowly worked up and down his cock eagerly. She could hear his breathing as he struggled to control himself. Weirdly, she felt a kind of power in the situation, even though he had chosen to restrain her. She knew he desired her and that she was giving him pleasure as she worshipped his cock, that he was unable to fully control.

He was close to cumming. She knew from past experience. He pulled away; he grabbed hold of her shoulders, lifted her to a standing position and turned her around, pushing her face toward the bed. She was left standing with her head down and her arms tied behind her back. She felt vulnerable yet ready.

He grabbed hold of her hips and entered her from behind. They both gasped in unison as he pushed into her. He was thrusting rhythmically, slowly at first and then more urgently. She was still turned on from her first orgasm and it only took a few minutes before she was crying out in ecstasy. He came almost straight afterwards.

They both slumped to the bed and he released her bonds.

He held her tenderly in his arms for a long time. Finally, he said:

"Mary, I love you."

"Dan, I love you," she replied, a sight tear in her eyes. She was moved by his sudden expression of his love for her.

They cuddled for a long time. Eventually, he slipped into a more urgent state and they gently made love once more, this time without the earlier games. She loved him for that.

Afterwards, lying together he opened up to her.

"Mary, I feel genuinely moved by what happened between us today," he admitted. "I have fantasised about what took place, but I never believed it would have affected me the way it has done. It is more than sex for me.

"I'm honoured that you would open yourself to me in this way, showing me so much trust.

"I think this experience has changed me and if I'm truly honest, I don't think I would ever want to go back. I somehow believe that you felt the same too. I know I might be wrong, and I will respect your decision if that is the case. I want to explore more about this side of our relationship and I hope you do too."

She sighed. She too was moved, even more now that he was so vulnerable.

"Dan, I can't tell you how powerful today has been, but it has shocked me to my core. So many emotions have gone through me today and I might need some time to fully understand what has changed in me. You have opened another side in me that I was not expecting. I feel like our relationship has changed and also deepened. I never would have believed that when I picked out your voucher this morning."

He smiled.

"I never realised I valued control," she continued. In a smaller voice she said, "How could I know I would accept being so submissive so readily? I can't believe it, actually. I find that I want to be looked after "

They held each other for a while longer.

"What do we do now?" she asked him.

"We take it as slowly as you want," he suggested. "I'll be patient and hopeful. If you want this again, I'll be ready. Believe me I have plenty more depraved ideas designed to corrupt you...

"All you have to do is to leave the voucher on my pillow. I won't miss that clue."

He smiled enigmatically again.

"Of course, if you start using my name in every sentence, I reckon I'll know what you want from me..."

She smiled.

"Yes, Dan," she said suggestively.

Read Chapter 2 - Mary discovers limits