It was late in the afternoon, and coming home from work as I usually do, I got stuck in traffic. Master doesn’t want me to work late and has often times instructed me not to, but today, I had to stay longer. There
are times when choices are not up to the individual and this time was now. My boss and Master have been friends for years though, at least I thought so, and when my boss asked me to stay in later and he would call Master to tell him about it, I thought nothing more about it. And so I stayed. Little did I know that this first disobedience would set in place a turn of event that would change my life as a submissive wife.

As a submissive wife, I do exactly as I am  told by my Master. In all the years I have known him, I have only disobeyed him once and I remember that day as if it was yesterday.The rule of the game in a submissive to master relationship is: “Don’t cross the Master!”

And so I was, fidgeting in my car, replaying the event of the afternoon which caused me to hit the road later and hence get stuck in traffic, and feeling a dread building up inside of me. I knew my boss had promised he
would call Master, but what if he didn’t! Besides, Master specifically told me, time and again that any transgression to my time table would have to be approved by Him, specifically, and not anybody else. And yet, this time, I had been powerless to prevent my boss from forcing to stay at work longer, and with each passing minute, I knew trouble was waiting for me at home.

They say that the anticipation of a punishment is often more frightening than the punishment itself. For me, submission is a way of life, which encompasses all things in my life, including sex and fear has the unexpected outcome that I become more sexual, more turned on, more excited. And as my car slowly crawled towards the inevitable, I felt a very familiar tingling in between my legs, a precursor to even more troubles as in the case of most submissive wives, sexual satisfaction must always be approved and in fact initiated by their Master. Not only was I going to be late, a definite transgression to my Master’s rules, but I was now feeling the familiar buildup of an orgasm without the prior approval of Sir, my true Master.

Master could smell an orgasm on me from feet away.. He would know the very moment, I would enter the house. As the dominant force in our marriage, Master is powerful enough in his control and domination not to have to resort to corporal punishment. Most of the time, the sheer expression of this threat is reason enough for me to try my best to not disobey, but on once occasion, my behavior was appalling that it merited a “stronger hand” on his part. I have been eager ever since not repeat this experience but today, I knew things might take a different turn.

And as it usually happens, with the buildup of fear so increased my sexual excitement until my body was hit by an earth shattering orgasm that left me panting. Orgasm expresses itself in a variety of ways in women, and for me, other than the resulting panting and wetness; my skin becomes red in large patches that can stay there for up to an hour. I was truly fucked.

With some dread, I finally pulled into my homes driveway to find to my horror several of our friends’ cars already parked there. I had forgotten we were having friends! As I entered the house, I could hear the chatter in the living room and quickly made my way to the bedroom in an attempt to shower and get changed before meeting with our guests.

As I waked past the living room, His voice rose, like an arrow in the sky. It was cold, soft, friendly, loving, menacing: “Wait for me in the shed, Dear! You’ll know what to do”

He was sending me straight to the garden shed. In all the years together, Master never sent me to the shed. He had built it some years back with all the comfort of a dungeon as a constant reminder of what the life of a disobedient wife might be. He had shown it’s every detail, explaining the purpose of one device and then the other and what I should do, if ever my behavior had been so bad that He would have had to send me there.

And so I made my way to the shed which I entered. I took my clothes off and put on a white robe which had a hood with orifices for my mouth and nose. I then turned the light of, and climbed on the table in the center which looked like a large work bench with straps attached to it. The punishment had started already.

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