Submissive Sarah
Keywords: Submissive, Sarah,
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As the clock chimed at the top of the hour, I folded my arms across my body and let out a deep sigh. It was already eight o'clock and Jack had yet to come home from work. I had spent hours making him a special meal (steak au poivre, risotto, steamed broccoli, and chocolate soufflé) and was quite peeved that he had broken his promise to be home by six. The food was going cold, I had other household chores that needed to be done, and, fuck, he promised me he'd be home already! I was looking forward to spending some time alone with Jack.
The truth is that the last several weeks for us had been a struggle. First Jack lost his job after a co-worker found out that his "wife" wasn't exactly born for the role. Sure, it's the twenty-first century and people are more liberal in their views but it hasn't changed that much. Rumors started to spread and within a few days Jack was let go for "not being a team player" according to his manager. Luckily he found a new job relatively quickly but the annual salary would be several thousand dollars less than the previous job.
About a month after Jack lost his job we were hit with the news of the death of my father. Although I hadn't spoken to him in several years, the pain was still great at hearing of his passing. My father stringently disapproved of my lifestyle but I had slowly over the years begun to forgive him for his ignorant feelings toward me. Jack did everything he could possibly do to comfort me during this time but I could see the stress was starting to build up in him.
Finally after several taxing weeks things started to settle down. Jack was finishing his second week at his new job (he's in sales and marketing) and had been working very late everyday so he could make a good early impression. This, of course, did little for our love life. So I got him to agree to be home on Friday by six o'clock for a nice, quiet meal. I also hinted at a special "dessert" for later in the evening that he wouldn't want to miss out on and this really got him interested!
During the morning I went shopping and picked up everything I would need for the evening. First I stopped by the grocery store, picked up the food, and flirted with the bag boy on the way out (don't worry, I'm very passable!). Next I hopped over to the mall and picked up some scented candles and oils at the beauty shop. This is one of my favorite stores and I spent some time finding the perfect scent.
Finally I slithered over to the lingerie store to pick up something naughty. This would be the highlight of the night and I had to find the perfect outfit. After some time looking I found the lingerie that I thought would just drive Jack crazy; a thigh length satin baby doll covered with a sheer mesh gown. The entire piece was jet-black and cut to be very sexy.
To be sure it was right for me, I went into the dressing room to try it on. It was perfect! The back of the baby doll plunged nearly to my ass, causing my back to be exposed through the mesh gown. The chocker collar was a little tight but made me feel and look very submissive. With the right pair of strappy shoes and a little wine, I could definitely get in a major cock-sucking mood wearing this outfit!
I was home by two o'clock and went about preparing my elaborate meal. By six everything was complete and I put on my sexiest little black dress. My plan was to spend a few hours talking and flirting with my man before taking him into the bedroom, putting on my new lingerie, and letting him fuck my brains out until dawn.
Yet despite Jack's early excitement, it appeared to me that all my effort was going to waste. I first meet Jack four years earlier when I was in my senior year of college and he was just starting out in his career. He had always put me first but it seemed like things were changing: Did he enjoy treating me like this? Why was he putting his job before his girl? Was he not attracted to me any more?
Finally at around nine-thirty I heard Jack's BMW in the driveway and sat down near the door entrance. When Jack came in he had a smile on his face, which he quickly lost when he saw the look on my face.
"What's wrong Sarah?" he asked innocently, "What is it now?"
"You know what's wrong Jack," I stated firmly while looking at the floor. "Don't play games."
"I'm sorry baby," he replied, trying to wiggle out of the mess he was in. "I had work that couldn't wait for Monday. I know I said six but sometimes things come up."
"Come on Jack, you know how important tonight was for me!" I said as I stood up to look him straight into eyes. "You don't even bother to call that you would be late. Why do you treat me this way?"
"Right," he grumbled, looking away. "This isn't about you. If I had called you I would of been even later."
"Listen," I stated resolutely, with my hands on my hips. "You know you were wrong here. Just admit it. You can't treat me like this Jack."
"Do you know you look very sexy like that?" he replied slyly, moving his hands toward me. "That dress looks really hot on you, baby."
"That isn't going to work this time Jack," I said as I pushed away his hands from my hips. "There is a lot more required to make this right. I know it's been tough recently but you will not act this way toward me. I spent all afternoon shopping so tonight would really be special."
"Shopping?" Jack stated, with his voice getting visibly louder and deeper. "I've been working all day if you haven't noticed. Do not compare your day with mine."
"Well," I replied softly. "I know you have been working hard but you promised me you'd be here on time. Couldn't you put me first just once, for tonight!"
"Listen," he answered tensely before putting his arms around my back and grabbing my soft ass with his hands. "Let's just skip dinner and have dessert now, OK? I've been thinking about having you all day."
"Jack don't you understand?" I asked, puzzled by his lack of emotional intelligence. "There isn't going to be dessert tonight. I'm going to bed and you can sleep on the couch. Hope you have a lot of fun with yourself."
"No, I don't think so," he declared as he grabbed my arm forcefully. "You're staying with me for a while. I work all fucking week and you think you're going to bed? I'm going to have my fun with you tonight whether you like it or not. I work seventy hours a week to pay the bills and you think you have the liberty to say no? It's time to cut the prissy act and take care of your womanly responsibilities. Shit, you really are something, bitch!"
I was stunned by Jack's assertiveness and left speechless. He almost always backed down when I put my foot down on something. However this time he seemed so frustrated and stressed out that he had lost control.
"Turn around," he roared deeply from the depths of his chest. Swiftly he pushed his entire body into mine and pressed me face first against the wall. As he pressed me hard with his right arm, he wrapped his left arm around my body and started stroking my limp cock through my dress. Moving his arm away from my little boy toy, he squeezed me tight around the abdomen and drew his body closer. As he began grinding his groin into the side of my hips, I let out a soft, ladylike whimper.
"Feel that, bitch," Jack laughed, knowing I could feel his hard shaft under his pants. "That needs some work tonight. You're going to put your cock-sucking snake tongue around it and take the whole thing down your throat. Got it?"
"No," I replied with a smirk. In truth my own tiny cock was getting hard and I was enjoying the attention he was giving me. I found his swagger intoxicating. However I was still pissed off that he was so late tonight and couldn't give in. At least not yet.
"We'll see about that," he said, turning me around so he could stare directly into my eyes. "Sarah, you know I love you and that's why you are going to suck my cock tonight. I'm going up stairs to change quickly but I expect, no demand, that you will have everything ready when I come back. Otherwise I'm kicking your faggot ass out and changing the locks."
With that he left to go upstairs. I quickly heated his dinner in the microwave (my dinner was still in Jack's cock) and set the table very nicely. I heard Jack going into the shower and ran up to the bedroom to change into my new lingerie. After slipping on the baby doll and gown, I tied the chocker collar as taut as possible. The cool satin felt heavenly on my hairless skin. To hide any hints of masculinity, I tucked my three-inch (when erect!) shaft into my lace panties. Next I put on some hot red lipstick, applied eyeliner, and added blush. To finish off my look, I put on my classy four-inch, lace-up leather stilettos. I was feeling quite sluttish and ready to be subservient to my man's needs. As I checked myself out in our full-length mirror, I put a couple fingers into my mouth, moving them quickly in and out as I fantasized about all the amusement I was going to have soon.
When I heard the shower go off I rushed down the stairs as fast I could move in my heels and put Jack's food on his plate. I turned out the lights and lit several candles. When I saw Jack come down the stairs my jaw dropped. At 6'5" and 220 lbs Jack is a man's man. He was wearing tight fitting leather pants that left nothing to the imagination. His chest was bare, exposing his hairy, muscular chest. God, I just loved putting my hands through it. He was so firm and hard.
"What is this!" Jack said with indignation as he pointed at his dinner. "Don't you listen, you queer mother fucker? I said I was skipping dinner and going right to dessert."
"Jack, I slaved for hours to make this meal," I stated as matter of fact. "Look what I'm wearing. No dinner, no dessert."
Jack slowly looked me up and down, ogling every part of my body. He grinned, sat down and motioned at the bottle of cabernet I had laid out. I poured both of use a full cup of wine and sauntered just to the left of Jack. He ordered me to sit so I leaped into his lap, moving my body so I was positioned mostly on his left side, with my legs dangling across his right leg.
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Keywords: Submissive, Sarah,