My beautiful wife,
Go to the bedroom and change into the outfit on the bed.Then follow the instructions on the next note.
Be my good girl, and I’ll give you a reward.
–Your husband and Sir
My pussy is throbbing by the time I’m finished reading.
All through lunch I was dying to come, but Matthias kept me simmering on edge while we talked over some ideas for a scene and decided on safe words (red for stop, green for go, but he’ll also halt and check in if I tell him to stop).
I could mostly ignore it during my phone call home, and after that Matthias was busy, and I’m not supposed to come without his permission.
Being a good girl only amps up my arousal.I like following instructions.And I definitely like being rewarded.
There’s a red dress on the bed next to a second handwritten note.I slip off the bathrobe and put it on, only to realize it’s less of a dress and more of a sexy baby doll nightie.The silky fabric slides over my skin, making me feel like a lingerie model.There’s no bra or panties, just the baby doll top.
For a moment, I feel a flare of fear.Who am I to wear something this seductive?
Then the sparkling rock on my ring finger reminds me.I’m Matthias’ wife.
Still, I feel a little nervous as I pad down the stairs to follow the instructions on the second note.
My beloved bride,
Follow the rose petals to the secret dungeon.I’ll be waiting.
Your husband
Secret dungeon?Stuff’s getting real!
There’s a trail of white petals at the foot of the stairs, leading me down a hall.
Every step makes the baby doll skirt swirl around my thighs, reminding me that I’m bare.My New Year’s resolutions were all about pushing out of my comfort zone, and here I am.Practically naked, so wet I need to clench my thighs together for a moment.
At the end of the hall is a bookshelf.There’s another note instructing me to move aside a book–a collection of love poems–and pull the golden lever behind it.I do, and the entire bookshelf swings open, revealing a hidden door.
Goosebumps cover my skin.I follow the trail of rose petals–pink ones now–down an endless flight of stairs.
A final note waits for me on a pedestal.It’s propped on a vase containing a single red rose.
Sweet wife,
Take this rose between your teeth.At the foot of the stairs, if you dare, crawl to me.
Your Sir
I have to pause and concentrate on breathing to keep from hyperventilating.I’m in a vast room lit by a chandelier and candles flickering in standing candelabra.There are large pieces of polished wood furniture that would look more at home in a medieval dungeon than a modern home.
This is the playroom.The candlelight gives it an otherworldly feel, and I don’t feel like myself either.I feel like the main character in a fantasy story who crawls through a portal to find a new life beyond.
Matthias is across the room.We’re alone.It’s just us.And that makes it easy to do as I’m told and drop to my hands and knees.I crawl across the room, following the trail of red rose petals.The carpet is thick and plushy, but it’s still a challenge.Thoughts drift through my head–this is silly, I probably look stupid, why am I doing this?But then I imagine Matthias saying,Good girls get rewards.
I know why I’m doing this.Because he told me to.And obeying him makes my pussy so very wet.My inner thighs are sticky, and any embarrassment I feel is swallowed up by the pounding ache in my pussy.
Still, it’s a relief when Matthias’ bare feet come into sight, and I can kneel up.I keep my head down, savoring the feeling of submission.My head goes quiet.
I’m his, he wants me, and all is right with the world.
