Marching Orders

16 Sep

My wife Bayani likes me to order her around, and the more explicit and detailed my instructions, the better. Sometimes I just tell her things like ‘Suck it’ or ‘Bend over’, sometimes I give her more detailed instructions like ‘Go take your panties off then come in here and kneel down and beg me to let you suck it.’ She likes giving me oral, and really likes begging me to let her use her mouth to please me.

Learning to let myself do this was not easy. I had been taught to treat a woman with respect, and to order her to kneel down and suck your cock, well, that hardly seems respectful, does it? But she wants me to do that, she likes it, she gets off on it. So I respect her by giving her what she wants, by trusting that she will let me know when I go to far. Oddly enough, I do this from a place of love, I do this to increase the intimacy in our relationship, it is something I don’t share with many people.

Recently she has started asking permission to come. I think she got the idea from this BDSM erotica she read, where the Dom forbade his sub from orgasming for 24 hours as a sort of punishment. She likes the idea of my being that much in control. So I’ve started telling her to come sometimes, and at other times I tell her she can’t come till after I do. It has now gotten to the point where I can tell her to come, and as long as there is some sort of stimulation on her clit or in her pussy, she will. I have not yet tried to tell her to come when she is standing at the mirror putting on makeup, but some day I will. That will be pretty damn hot, if I can ever make her come just by using my voice.

She likes me to call her dirty names, ‘Slut’ and ‘Cocksucker’. ‘Whore’ is off limits, she does not like that one. She is fine being a slut, but not a whore. Ah, good, a limit. I can show her respect by not crossing that line, by respecting her limits.

Occasionally I will leave her some very detailed instructions, usually when I will be gone for the evening, instructions on how I want her dressed when I come home, how I want to be greeted at the door. I let her stew for a few hours thinking about it, getting all worked up. I tease her with the anticipation.

Last night I left her with such a set of instructions. The email I sent her can be found at the end of this post. I gave her some very detailed instructions on what she could wear, and those I will keep to myself. I told her what time to expect me, and I am a very punctual person, so she knew I would walk in the door at exactly the time I told her I would.

She had friends over while I was gone, to smoke hookah and read tarot. She had to kick them out to get ready for me. The kids were not co-operating, refusing to quiet down and go to sleep, so she sent a text requesting a 15 minute delay. I acknowledged the changed time table. I sent another text as I was leaving, letting her know she had exactly five minutes. I walked in the door to find her in full compliance and frustrated as all hell. My text arrived as I was getting naked. She didn’t know I had given her the extra 15 minutes, and had been in position trying to fight of orgasms for almost 20 minutes the poor thing.

I want to walk in on you masturbating, with a big fat butt plug up your ass. The big one.

I want to undress slowly, watching you fap the entire time. I want to watch, and hear, you cum while I take off my clothes. You may use the vibrator, but not the vibrating butt plug. I want to look at the black handle of the butt plug sticking out of your tightly clenching ass while your pussy twitches and oozes juice. I want you close to the edge of the bed so that I can stick my hard, hot cock in your mouth while you furiously stroke your clit. I want you to cum with my cock in your mouth. When I am ready I will fuck you. You may have as many orgasms as you want, at any time you want. I don’t give a fuck. I will fuck you how and when I want, and my orgasm is my own god damn business. Do not try to pull me closer with your legs, do not try to encourage me to fuck you faster or harder, this will be about me. Your orgasm time will be over, your pussy now belongs to me and I will fuck you however I want, fast or slow, it’s up to me. Feel free to have a dirty mouth, say ‘fuck’ a lot.

If I don’t come quickly and easily then I will flip you over and pull out the plug to pound you in your ass. I will use lube, but not a condom. I want my jizz to squirt out of your ass when I am done.
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8 Responses to “Marching Orders”

  1. Kasini September 16, 2011 at 2:29 pm #

    wow. you’re bossy.

    I don’t like to be called “whore” either. I figure if you’re not paying me then you don’t get to call me that.

    Now, it does turn out that I’ll whore myself out for homemade eclairs and cheesecake bites…

    • Myrddwn September 16, 2011 at 5:25 pm #

      No you won’t! I made those for you long before you started putting out!
      Yes, I can be bossy, especially when my partner likes me to be. I don’t really like using word ‘whore’, but then I only use ‘slut’ because she likes it…

      • Kasini September 16, 2011 at 5:45 pm #

        yes, but what will I do for them NOW? That’s the question…

      • Myrddwn September 16, 2011 at 6:22 pm #

        Point taken.
        Heading off to kitchen to start cooking pot a cheux…

  2. K77 September 16, 2011 at 5:25 pm #

    Hmmm, I think my partner would enjoy me going out and leaving that kind of note. Thanks for the inspiration 🙂

    I’m also fussy about namecalling – I don’t do whore, slut is ok, I don’t do bitch. DP tried calling me bitch once, years ago, and I really didn’t care for it.

    • Bayani September 16, 2011 at 8:07 pm #

      I love bitch. It’s a rollergirl thing, I think. We all pride ourselves on being bitches. I don’t like whore, and I don’t like cunt. Kasini and I disagree on the word cunt.
      I love these little instructions he gives me. makes me happy to be able to know exactly what to do to make him happy.

      • Myrddwn September 16, 2011 at 8:40 pm #

        And she hates it when I am vague. “Go put something sexy on” infuriates her! She wants to know exactly what to wear.

  3. bayanni September 17, 2011 at 11:27 am #

    Yes. I hate that. I have several types of sexy, and what makes me feel sexy at any given time is not necessarily what he wants to see.
    SO. If you want sexy, tell me what sexy you’re looking for. Sweet and pretty? Punk slut? Dirty trashy girl?
    YOU decide.

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