Obedient
Chapter Two: Getting Off Easy
I peeked out the window at every opportunity waiting for Sophie’s arrival. I had run out of obvious things to clean hours ago. Every floor in the house had been vacuumed and every surface dusted. The bathroom and kitchen were both spotless. I had long since fluffed every pillow and lit candles in the bedroom. By the time 2 AM rolled around, I was reduced to straightening the glasses and mugs in the cabinets so they all lined up perfectly. Hopefully, Sophie would be home soon. I felt like I had cleaned enough that she would take pity on me and let me get some sleep.
The reason I was meticulously cleaning our house late into the night was simply because Sophie had told me to. My wife has the ability to bend everyone around her to her will. If she tells you to do something, you have no choice but to do it. So when she told me before she left that I had to strip naked except for a pair of her dirty panties and spend the night cleaning every inch of our home until she returned, that’s exactly what I did. She was punishing me for stepping out of line, but I knew I was getting off easy. Sophie could do much worse if she were really pissed off.
Earlier in the evening I hoped that if she came home to a spotless house she would reward me with a taste of her pussy and allow me to get her off before bed. But she had been out so long and I was exhausted. All I wanted by that point was for her to let me go to sleep and not make me stay up all night cleaning her shoes with my tongue just because she could.
Before she left, Sophie had teased me by telling me she might bring someone home with her. All night I had been thinking about her walking through the door with a man who she would take into our bedroom and fuck while I sat outside helpless to do anything. Thinking about it made me feel like I was going to be sick, and yet my cock would get hard at the thought.
Finally, I saw headlights through the window, which meant Sophie’s Uber had just pulled in the driveway. My chest tightened up with anxiety. Maybe I hadn’t cleaned enough. Maybe she was serious when she threatened to bring home a guest. I listened for a sound at the front door as I began straightening the next shelf of glasses.
The front door opened. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sophie walk in looking like she had just stepped off a magazine cover with her wavy brown hair and a blue dress that looked painted on. “Oh hey, Matt,” she said sounding very casual. You could almost imagine that there was nothing unusual about me rearranging glassware in the middle of the night while wearing only a pair of her panties.
“Soph, have I told you how great you look in that dress?” I said, trying not to let on how tense I felt.
“Oh, you have no idea,” she laughed, “do you know how many men were breaking their necks to get a better look? They were all falling over themselves to be the one who gets to peel this dress of me tonight.” Sophie leaned against the counter and took off her heels.
I couldn’t help myself. I said, “I’d love to help you peel it off.”
“Oh no, Matt. I need those glasses perfectly straight. Keep your eyes on your work.”
My gaze locked on to the cabinet and I couldn’t make myself look over at Sophie.
In a low voice behind me she said, “I hope it won’t distract you if I undress here in the kitchen. I wouldn’t want you to lose focus on your very important work.” My cheeks burned. Sophie loved nothing more than bending me to her will and then rubbing my nose in it.
Behind me, I heard her pull her dress down and step out of it. All I wanted to do was turn around and take my wife on our kitchen floor, but I couldn’t move. All my frustration was useless. Until Sophie changed her mind, I was helpless. In our years together I had learned over and over again that frustrated and helpless is exactly where Sophie wanted me.
She came up behind me and hugged me, her naked body pressing into mine. A tender moment to cut through the teasing. “I love you, Baby. I’m going to go take a shower.” Then she kissed my back and left the room.
I called back, “I love you too!” And I meant it. I love being married to Sophie. I love that she pushes me to my limits of frustration and that she makes my head spin. And I love that her total domination over me, includes taking care of me and meeting all my needs. I wouldn’t trade being Sophie’s husband for anything.
It was only after she walked upstairs that I realized I was still straightening glasses. She had left without releasing me from her command to clean. It was no doubt intentional. Fuck. This night was far from over. Feeling defeated and exhausted, I pulled out all of the cleaning supplies from the cabinet underneath the sink and began cleaning the inside of it.
It was forty minutes later when she finally came back downstairs. “Matt,” she called, her tone commanding me to give her my full attention. I immediately snapped to look. She was still wet from the shower and wrapped in a towel. All it took was one finger gesturing to follow and I dropped everything and came like a dog on a leash with her into the living room. All my exhaustion and frustration was forgotten in the moment and I was consumed by the need to obey her.
Sophie sat down on the couch and pointed at the floor. My legs buckled and I dropped to my knees at her feet. She opened the towel, revealing herself to me. All I wanted to do was kiss every inch of her body. “You did such a good job cleaning tonight and I wanted to thank you, Baby.” She lifted one leg onto the couch and then the other. With her hand she spread her pussy right in front of me.
I was overwhelmed with the desire to taste her. All I managed to say was “Yeah?.”
Sophie smiled as she started playing with her clit. “Yes, I think you’ve earned a reward. Would you like a reward, Baby?”
I nodded.
“Would you like to lick my pussy?”
“Yes, Sophie. Please.” I was desperate. All I wanted in that moment was to taste and worship her pussy.
“Ok, I’ll let you lick my pussy one time.”
My frustration was so great I said, “Baby, no…”
“No?” Sophie raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you just spend all night learning that I have complete control over you?”
“Sophie, please, please let me make you come.” I couldn’t help begging. I was so desperate for her.
“Oh no, Matt. You haven’t earned that. You don’t deserve to make me come. Once it sinks in that you don’t deserve my pussy and you’re just a toy I play with, then maybe I’ll use your tongue to get off.”
“I need to taste you,” I moaned.
“Matt, come here,” Sophie commanded pointing to her pussy. I crawled over to her as if pulled on a leash. “Stop!” she said when my face was right between her legs, only a few inches from her pussy. My body froze in place. She kept stroking her clit in front of my face.
Sophie spoke in a low, teasing voice, “When will you learn that you only get what I decide to give you? Now I’m not letting you taste my pussy tonight. Not even once.” I grew visibly more frustrated, inches from tasting her and unable to move my body. “I had a long night, Matt. I just want to relax without you staring at me like a needy puppy. I was trying to reward you and you’re begging for more! It’s time you learn to serve me properly.”
She grabbed my hair and tilted my head up to look her in the eyes. “Remember, you exist to serve me. To me, you’re basically a piece of furniture.” My heart dropped. She had played this game with me before. Sophie found it hilarious to command me to be a table or a footstool and then use me while I was frozen in place.
“What I don’t need is a pathetic husband, feeling desperate and greedy for my attention. I think I’ll have you stand in the corner until I decide to play with you again. How about I turn you into a lamp, Matty?” I think she saw the regret in my face because she seemed to really have fun with the idea.
I tried to plead with her. I was so tired already. I couldn’t play this game with her. “Sophie pl—.” She put a finger to her lips. “Shhh, lamps don’t talk, Baby.” My mouth clamped shut. I couldn’t make a sound. “Stand up!” She ordered. “Take off those panties. Lamps don’t wear underwear, either.” I took them off. “Go stand in the corner and be a floor lamp for me.”
My body backed into the corner of the room and froze there. I was unable to speak or move until Sophie decided to release me. All I could do was think about how dumb I was for talking myself out of a reward and into a worse punishment than before. I could have tasted Sophie’s beautiful pussy, even if it was only once. And then she probably would have sent me to bed. And now I was going to spend the rest of the night, and maybe longer, as a piece of furniture in my own living room until my goddess of a wife took pity on me. All I could think about was how close I got to her cunt when she compelled me to crawl between her legs. The smell of her was the best thing I would get out of tonight.
She walked over to me, inspecting her work. “I like you as a lamp,” she giggled. “Maybe I should keep you like this permanently.” I couldn’t react outwardly, but mentally I was kicking myself.
Sophie looked at me thoughtfully. “I’ve never turned you into a lamp before. How will you react if I flip your switch?” She grabbed my earlobe and gave it a tug. My cock shot up, fully erect. Sophie burst out laughing, “Ok, I should have expected that.” She pulled my ear again and my cock deflated. Again and again, she pulled on my ear to watch my cock spring to life and then shrink back down. As usual, Sophie relished toying with me.
“Isn’t this a relief, Matt? Doesn’t it feel good to be putty in my hand? It’s not like you have a choice anyway. All I have to do is say the word and I can have you on your knees barking like a dog or turn you into a piece of furniture. I’m basically a goddess and you’re lucky to be my footstool.”
If I could have moved, I would have thrown myself on the ground in front of her. Sophie was right. I truly did want to worship her. It was useless to fight against Sophie’s voice. Her will was completely overwhelming. It would feel like such a relief to submit and devote myself to serving her. I should have been thanking her for choosing to dominate me of all people.
“Let me show you how good it can feel to be my toy, Baby.” Sophie pulled my ear lobe, making my cock hard instantly. Otherwise, I stayed frozen in place. I was a Matt-lamp, unable to react. She pressed her ass against my cock, grinding on it. With her hand she reached down and directed the tip of my cock against her pussy. If I could have moved, it would have been to melt into a puddle. I was desperate to slide into her and feel the the grip of her tight cunt, but I couldn’t move or speak. Sophie was right. It was thrilling to lose myself and exist only for her pleasure. Being used by her was heaven for me. As soon as she let me speak I would tell her I was wrong. I deserved to be dominated by my Goddess Sophie. And she deserved all of my worship.
“I love you and I’ll always take care of you.” Sophie said, while she rubbed her pussy with the tip of my cock, “I can give you anything you want with just a word. All I ask is that you totally submit to me. Stop fighting it and just give in, Matty. You’re here to make me happy. You belong at my feet.”
Sophie pulled away and turned to face me. “See, you’re being a good boy for once,” she smiled. “Even if I didn’t leave you much of a choice. It’s so much more fun to reward good behavior than to have to punish you when you’re being bad.” She pulled a hair tie off her wrist and started putting her hair up. My heart began racing. My Goddess knelt in front of me and took the entire length of my cock in her mouth. I couldn’t look down at her, but on the inside I felt like I was floating. After all the teasing and torment of the evening, her mouth on my cock felt incredible. If this is what complete obedience meant, I should have been serving her more enthusiastically.
The only reason I didn’t come in under a minute is because my body couldn’t disobey her order to be a lamp. Her tongue danced around the shaft of my cock, drawing me to the edge of orgasm and leaving me there. After she had enough fun teasing me, she got up and wiped her mouth, looking extremely pleased with herself. I had no outward reaction, but I’m sure she guessed correctly that I was short-circuiting on the inside.
“Alright,” she said. “Time for me to shut the lights off and go to bed. It’s getting late.”
She tugged on my ear making my cock instantly go soft. On her way out of the room she picked up her towel and turned off the real lights. “Goodnight, Matt,” she said on her way upstairs. I watched her ass as she disappeared out of sight, wishing she had brought me to bed with her instead of leaving me downstairs in the dark.
Sophie was going to let me spend the night as a lamp to serve her even while she slept. I’m sure she wanted me to have plenty of time to see that it was useless to struggle against her and that I should grovel at her feet, but I had already realized that. For the first time, I was happy to spend the night as a piece of furniture for Sophie, if that’s all she needed me to be. And when she decided to release me, the first thing I would do is beg for another chance to worship her properly.