I'm not wearing that!
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It was our weekly sex night. I didn’t complain, just wanted to get it over with, but my husband was making it weird. I prefer to just lay there and let him get it over with, but tonight, he asked to cover me in a sensual oil. I thought he’d put it on me with his hands, like a massage, but then he just dumped it on me. The next thing he wanted me to do though, was out of the question. “I’m not wearing that degrading thing, John!” He’d presented me with a collar with a ball gag. What was he thinking?! My husband’s eye twitched, but he kept his tone even. “This is what I’m talking about Eve. You never want to try new things. C’mon. Just this once.” I grabbed the stupid collar and sneered at him. “Fine. You can see it on me for one second, then I’m going to take a shower and rinse this oil off, because there’s no chance I’m getting in the mood tonight.” I’m not really sure when my husband became such a sexual deviant, but it was gonna keep him from getting laid this week. I put it the collar around my neck and felt a tingle in the back of my mind. There. He’s seen it on me. I hope it gets him excited so I can leave him with blue balls. I go to take it off, but…my arms didn’t move. I tried to tell you something was wrong, but nothing came out. I had no control over any part of my body! Then I heard myself say with a sycophantic tone, “You got the oil and the collar on her, John! I knew you could do it! Now I can please you in ways your wife never would.” I screamed internally as my hands slid up my oily body to cup my boobs, and then began batting my tits to stiffen them. My husband smiled, shoved the ball gag in my mouth, and then violated my body for the rest of the night, and every night after that. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.