Her Willing Submission - A Bride Blossoms With BDSM and Male Domination (5 page)

Andre pumped his cock furiously in and out of Eva’s mouth and when he was about to explode he pulled it out and directed thick ropes of cum over her face, hair and neck. Eva moaned with delight as she felt the hot cum splatter everywhere. When he was finished she licked and sucked the remainder from the head of his cock exactly the way she had been instructed in the past.
 

“Thank you for letting me service you with my slut mouth, Sir.” She stood up and trotted to the bedroom to shower and get ready as ordered.

Their day shopping was eventful. They visited several stores in a huge mall and each time Andre made Eva try on several outfits. The ritual was the same each time. Andre selected very revealing tops, shorts, bras and lingerie and made Eva step out of the change room each time so he could view the outfit and make her pose and turn within view of other shoppers.
 

Eva had always dressed with very modest clothes and didn’t like drawing any attention to herself. Being seen in public with plunging necklines, tight pants and other revealing clothes embarrassed her. Having male shoppers leer at her was humiliating. But perhaps the worst were the women who gave her dirty looks for being a show-off and a tramp.
 

On one hand Eva was mortified by all of that, on the other hand Andre was obviously enjoying the show in the extreme. He was clearly happy and she hoped she was the only person who noticed his stiff cock inside his pant leg. She realized she was having a similar reaction. She was very aroused despite her embarrassment. And there was one other advantage; Andre was buying her tons of clothes. When they were carrying nine different bags they went back to the car.

As they drove Andre told her, “I liked seeing you in those clothes. Every woman should dress to please her man. But with your amazing looks you should dress sexy all the time. I like seeing other guys look you over. When they see you dressed like that they assume you fuck like a mink. I like it when they know I’ve got a submissive wife that likes to be fucked like a whore in a mining camp.”

“Thank you, Sir. I was so embarrassed that people were staring at me. But I could tell you were loving it. I also realized that something about it excited me. It was that I was being forced. You were making me do it and I felt like I was your slave and had to do as I was told. The more I thought about that the more turned on I got. After a few stores I just felt my resistance leave me. I would have done anything you said. I almost felt out of my body. I swear I would have…I would have used my cock-sucking mouth on your huge cock right in the dressing room,” she confessed with shame.

“Maybe next time I’ll make you do that,” he told her with a smile.

On the way home Andre made one last stop. He pulled the car into the parking lot of an adult store. He turned to face Eva, “When we’re in this store we will be looking at sex toys and sexy outfits for you. I expect you to do whatever I say without a second of hesitation. If you think the stores at the mall were a place to feel embarrassed you have no idea what this store will be like. I expect complete obedience in here, is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered nervously.

Once inside, Andre led her straight to the counter near the back of the store where a fat, middle-age guy with a beard asked if he could help them. “Yes. I’m looking for an implement that is more severe than a leather belt. The thing is, my wife is starting to enjoy getting the belt and I really need something with more authority, shall we say, that can be used as a punishment she would always dread.”

Eva felt faint. The clerk looked her up and down and all she could manage was to look down at her shoes. Her ears were ringing and she felt sure she was going to black out and fall over. It was one thing to have people in a mall look at her and think she might be a submissive in a BDSM relationship. But to have her husband come straight out and tell a complete stranger that she was disciplined with a belt was overwhelming. And to further tell him that he wanted something more severe to use as punishment was supremely humiliating to Eva.

The man looked back at Andre. “Do you have anything other than a belt already?” he asked.

Andre answered, “I have a quirt.”

“A quirt can be good, depending on the quality. But have you ever used a cane? Nobody gets used to a cane and nobody enjoys it either,” he laughed and looked back and Eva’s red face. He took a rattan cane with a leather handle out of the display case and handed it to Andre. Andre felt the weight of it in his hand and swished it through the air a few times.

The clerk looked at Eva, “You’ll grow to dread that sound, trust me.” He laughed again.

Eva tried to nod but she was stiff as a cadaver. She felt like her hearing and vision were shutting down. Her mouth was dry. She just stood there while her husband and a stranger talked about how to discipline her with a cane.

The clerk continued, “You might want to practice first on a pillow. The thing about a cane is you need to hit where you’re aiming. You don’t want to go above her ass. The small of the back has a lot of nerves that can be damaged and the kidneys are vulnerable. You can go onto the backs of the legs but that hurts at least twice and much. Save that for a special occasion.” He roared at his own wit.
 

“This will leave welts like no other implement. They have their own signature. If you make her display in public, people in the lifestyle will always recognize the welts of a cane. They’ll know how she was disciplined and maybe even how long ago. I can tell a two-hour-old welt from yesterday’s welt.”

“I see,” was all Andre could manage. But added, “I’ll take it.” He set it beside the cash register. “We’re going to take a look at some of the leather outfits.”

“Sure. Take your time,” said the clerk.

Andre took Eva by the arm and led her to a rack of leather fetish clothing. She was wobbly on her heels but managed to stay composed. Andre selected an item that was a matching leather bra and panty set with a dozen straps and buckles. “Put this on in the change room and come out here where I can see you,” he told her.

“Yes, Sir,” she croaked through her dry mouth and lips. In the change room her hands trembled as she undressed and wiggled into the leather contraptions.

While Andre was alone in the store the clerk approached him and asked, “So, I assume your wife is the submissive in your relationship?” He could see Andre was surprised to hear the question. “The reason I ask is I see this all the time with couples who come in. If you want, I can play along with it - if you know what I mean,” he said with a wink.

Andre smiled. “Yeah, that sounds good to me.”

“Fifty bucks?” asked the clerk. Andre couldn’t peel the bills off his money clip fast enough. “Make if good,” he said with a grin as he handed over the cash.

Eva crept out of the change room and was startled to see both men waiting to look at her. “He’s going to help me select your outfits,” was Andre’s only remark.

Eva nodded.

“What did you say, Eva?” he prompted in a louder voice.

“Yes, Sir,” she said quietly and glanced at the clerk to see him practically drooling at her overly exposed body.
 

 
The clerk when into his act. He looked only at Andre, “See, with this outfit you can adjust these straps to give it different looks and uses.” He nodded at Andre, “Is it OK if I touch her?” he asked.

“”Sure, go ahead,” said Andre never looking at Eva to see her turn crimson.

The clerk adjusted small straps on the cup of the bra. “These flaps can open up and you can pull her nipples though so they are fully exposed.” He gently grasped her nipple and tugged it out of the opening. First one then the other.
 

Eva felt a rush go through her body. A man just touched her nipples in full view of her husband. All she could do was submit to his groping. She wanted to scream or slap his hand or run away. She pushed down the emotion and forced herself to be compliant and obedient to her husband.
 

The clerk continued, “On the back of this bottom piece…,” he put his hands on Eva’s hips and turned her so they could see her ass. “…You can move these straps and insert an anal toy. Do you use anal toys for discipline?” he asked Andre.

“She started her training but she’s still a virgin there,” Andre told him.

“Wow,” said the clerk. “An anal virgin. I know guys who would pay you a lot to take her cherry,” he said with a wink that Eva could not see.
 

“I don’t need the money. I’m saving it for myself,” said Andre.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you. So anyway, you can train her with an anal plug of any size and these straps and buckles will keep it in place all day and night. Once the plug is in her ass and you just tighten these.” He tugged on a strap and Eva felt his cold finger lightly brush her anus. She gasped. Andre smiled.

“Also on the front you can move these straps and have full access to her pussy.” He deliberately let one of his fingers graze across her pussy lips. Eva shuddered.

“Plus we sell the dildos that fit in here so the straps can hold it in place. And they’re independent from the anal straps so you can use both at the same time for double penetration. You can even use our remote control vibrating dildos and anal plugs for some real fun. Especially if you take her out in public and turn them on and off while she’s trying to talk to someone or trying to act normal in a restaurant or something.”

Andre beamed, “That all sounds great. We’ll take the outfit and a couple of those vibrating devices,” he told the clerk.

“OK. Do you want different sizes? It’s good to have one set that’s regular size and one big set for punishment or serious training,” the clerk recommended.

“Good idea,” answered Andre as he turned to Eva, “You’d like some anal punishment now and then wouldn’t you, Eva?”
 

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” she answered with an audible quaver in her voice.

As they drove home in the car, Andre told Eva, “This has been the best afternoon of my life. You did a perfect job of being submissive and a slutty exhibitionist. When we get home I want you to run to the bedroom and get naked. And your slut cunt better be ready for me because I’m going to fuck you raw.

Eva felt the rush of embarrassment being replaced by a sense of accomplishment that she made it through the very difficult public humiliation in the store and did in so well that Andre called it the best afternoon of his life. It was the highest praise she’d ever heard. She was submissive yet powerful. Powerful enough to fulfill her man’s biggest fantasies. Eva bit her lip to prevent having an orgasm right there. “Yes, Sir. Whatever you say, Sir.” she cooed.

CHAPTER FIVE

Trip to Cancun

Over the next week they talked about Eva’s training. Andre told her he’d never been happier. He admitted that he was always very physically attracted to her but that when they got married he was disappointed in how sexually repressed she was. She was shy even about her own husband looking at her naked body. She admitted she felt ashamed when she enjoyed sex or even when she fantasized about it. Without letting Andre know, she often cried about her inability to change. She tried but she always failed and often consoled herself with ridiculous retail-therapy purchases that ultimately made her feel even worse.

She confided in Andre that being submissive was a godsend to her. At first she could tell herself that she was doing and saying forbidden things because she was role-playing for her husband’s pleasure. She was being a good wife and willingly accepting spankings and worse because it brought erotic enjoyment to Andre. But as time went on she realized how much deeper the truth was. She wanted the spankings and whippings because it felt like her inhibitions were being exorcised with every stroke. More whippings with the belt or quirt meant more sexual freedom for her. It meant more intimacy with her husband. It meant more excitement and new experiences that had been impossible before.
 

Change is difficult and it often hurts. In her case it was literally true. She craved hard whippings because she knew they would open new levels of personal freedom. The public embarrassment and even humiliation had become and aphrodisiac to her. In the moment it was painfully embarrassing but afterward she felt so flushed with lust that no amount of debauchery was too much. She told Andre she wanted to be pushed harder, she wanted to explore more kink and wanted to fulfill every fantasy he had ever had. She was growing insatiable in her desire to learn more about BDSM and to push her limits.
 

Andre told her the exhibitionism aspect of her training had taken him by surprise. At first he did it as a way to force her submission and obedience, but he soon realized it was a mesmerizing turn-on for him. The shopping day was electric. He saw every look from every man and woman at the mall and felt like he could read their minds; from ‘wow, look at that sexy, young thing’ to, ‘I wish I was the guy who got to fuck her every night’ to, ‘that girl dresses like a whore.’ Added to that was Eva’s delicious anguish and silent suffering at being ogled by so many strangers. The totality of that was almost all Andre could bear without tearing off Eva’s clothes and fucking her in public.