Queenie and Little Dick Pt. 05

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(I had a hard time deciding how to parse up Parts 4-7, eventually deciding to let both 4 and 5 set the stage for Gayle’s upcoming actions.)

Two weeks later, we were out looking at patio sets when she slid up behind me and whispered in my ear.

“Today at four. Dress the same as last time, then come into the den. Stand at the steps and wait for instruction,” she stated, before turning to converse with a sales agent.

Our conversations during the drive home were as vanilla as ever, with no hint of what lies ahead. I tried to remain as aloof as she, while a salacious storm brewed within. Just before we pulled into our driveway, she brought up chores I hadn’t finished yet.

“I’m going to start our early dinner,” she said. “You still have chores to finish. Sweep the walk, porch, and rear deck. Wipe down the table and chairs with a wet rag as well. Don’t be careless just because you’re horny, but know that four o’clock is not negotiable.”

I looked at my watch, knowing I would really have to hustle to meet her demands. But wasn’t about to threaten the play I hungered for. I ran upstairs, changed into my yard work clothes, and hustled out the door.

Sweat formed over me as I hurried through my tasks, doubling back to ensure there that nothing would dissatisfy her. Then I put the hoses and tools away and placed the rags in the mudroom.

As I dashed into the house to clean up, she stopped me.

“Get in here. Dinner is ready,” she said.

“But I was going to clean up first,” I said back. Her look let me know it wasn’t a request. It was a directive.

We settled into a light meal of Mediterranean chicken with roasted spinach and mushrooms. She conversed about our landscaping, including changes that would add some hideaways.

“I want to create a discreet place to take in the day, or enjoy a meal. Watch the runners that passed on the trail, or the workers in the area,” she said.

I picked up on the inferences immediately. Young men from the college ran that trail regularly. She’d discerned their well-formed bodies and stamina when we were out running, and shared that they seemed to enjoy her company during her longer, more rigorous solo runs. I used to keep up with her, but hadn’t kept myself in shape enough.

And then there were the workers, especially our young gardener, gorukle escort who had taken over for his father. I had agreed that this strapping young man looked like quite a catch, and she’d playfully commented on how appealing he was when the three of us shared drinks after his workday. He wasn’t at all bothered by such talk, and the way they bantered made me wonder how many more conversations they’d had.

I snapped back from daydreaming when she rose with her dishes. I did the same and took to rinsing them all when I saw a contractor’s truck drive past. It belongs to Derrick, a single man who’d recently moved in. I noticed that she brazenly craned her neck to watch him park and walk up his drive. A clearly audible purr escaped from her as he did.

I closed the dishwasher, thinking that I would go clean up now. She turned to face me with that look of confidence she wore when she felt, as I liked to call it, “large and in charge.”

“Let’s start right now,” she said. “Are you ready?”

Her question caught me off guard. Mentally ready? Sure! But I was grubby from yard work, and couldn’t fathom why she would want me this way.

“Don’t you want me to clean up and dress as you asked earlier?” I asked.

The look returned. I succumbed immediately and put away the placements before going to sit down. She swung a leg onto my chair to block me.

“You’re only a few minutes in and have already forgotten what I told you earlier!” she said in a stern voice. “Bend forward and grab the chair back.”

I didn’t have a clue what she meant, but wasn’t about to ask after two screw ups earlier. I simply kept my eyes forward and complied.

She secured a blindfold over my eyes. I heard a drawer open and close, a few footsteps, and then thwap! The sting of our long-handled barbeque spatula on my ass made my knees buckle as I lurched forward off my heels with a reactive yelp.

The sting melted into warm sensations that radiated throughout me. It had been a long time since she struck me like that. Way too long, I realized.

She pulled my pants and briefs down, causing me to cringe at the idea of being struck again. My genitals were now exposed, and impacting them directly would cross a boundary we’d established a long time ago. It was my faith in her awareness that bursa görükle escort kept me from removing my eye cover and halting play. Instead, I felt that familiar metal ring frame my genitals, followed hastily by the cage and lock.

She didn’t use lube this time, but spat on me before using her fingers to force my cock in while twisting and turning the cage. It felt incredibly compressive, and I could tell my urethral opening splayed open because of it. It wasn’t a feeling I wanted to shy away from. Quite the opposite. It meant that my fantasy play would begin.

“Since you’re still adjusting, I’ll let this transgression go at that,” she said plainly. “Pull your pants up.”

I did my best, given that I was blindfolded. She led me to a wall for reference.

“Do you recognize where you are?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered.

“Go into the den. Use your hands and memory to find your way. Stand where you did last time.”

I slowly navigated my path, thankful that we were minimalists when it came to furnishings. The floor and stair surfaces were predictable, but their textures heightened. Wood surfaces suddenly had a roughness to them. Rugs and carpeting nestled through my toes, and our high gloss end table was amazingly smooth and warm.

I managed my way, knowing I must have taken forever to get here. Wondering what she’d been doing the whole time, and how she didn’t giggle or gasp when my toe caught on a chair leg.

I framed myself, trusting the sectional, hassock, and coffee table as reference points before standing erect. Then I waited. The pulsing of my heart became my metronome, as my hearing captured no sounds until her quiet voice cracked the silence.

“Little dick?” I heard her ask calmly. I’d forgotten about that name.

“Yes, ma’am?” I said.

A hard smack stung my ass. I yelped again.

“Do better,” she commanded.

“Yes, ma’am!” I replied with affirmation, melting into the heat of her blow.

“I let you know last time that getting my needs met carried a sense of urgency. I’m thankful that you’ve acknowledged your shortcomings and say you want to be involved. But know that I have little patience, knowing that door has been flung wide open.”

I waited for the next shoe to drop.

“I’m going to pull down your pants and briefs now,” she said. “Lean into your sensations so you don’t fall over.”

I complied. Air on my tender ass felt good, but across my opened urethra was astonishing. All other thought escaped me.

She began twisting my caged cock and balls, as if trying to coax more out of me. “We should continue our talk about other men that will give your wife the long, satisfying experiences she’s been missing. I’m nowhere near convinced that you’ll do what it takes, though, and that concerns me. Not because I won’t get any. I know how to get a man between my legs. It’s that I’ll have to leave you behind when getting it. Not involve you at all.”

“That’s not what you want, is it? You also don’t want your sexy wife on the prowl. Oh sure, there’s the kinky side of you that would get off from that. I’ve seen your porn about men seducing comely wives, then fucking them until their glorious spunk flows from their mouths and cunts.”

“No honey, this is real! You want to be part of this, as you should! You want the compersive joy of finding men that will fuck your wife. Just remember that I’ll be the one deciding. Men with the right cocks and stamina can use me all they want, because I’ve got the energy to match. But if you fail, you’ll leave me no choice but to do my own catch and release.”

Her words were eroding my belief that this was just a mind fuck. An edgy, conflicted battle festered in my brain.

“Come to think of it, I may need two or more men for the coming out celebration of my proud inner slut,” she said. “Men that can honestly deliver. It will be a courageous challenge for you to get them to me. Men like that have all the confidence in the world, so you’ll have to be strong. Demonstrate your resolve in mating your wife’s lusty appetite to their skills.”

“You’ll also have to filter out the bullshitters. The bottle rocket dicks that will pop after feeling my tight heat. I’ll let you figure out just how to do that, but know that I will not give you much leeway. Vet them the way I tell you to, and don’t embarrass me with inadequate lovers, or I’ll make this happen without you.”

She’d dropped the gauntlet, and now it was on me to demonstrate my commitment as a servant to my queen and her newfound kings. Accepting the challenge would give her what I was believing she deserved, and would feed my culminating fetishes. Denying her, or failing, would leave me in the dark, cursing myself for not overcoming my fears.

This didn’t feel like roleplay anymore, and decision time was closing in fast.