"Did you believe it cause I said so?
Did you believe it was true?
I'm eternal and infernal and I sure lied to you.

Kids sure like the devil these days,
and I'm the devil with the black dress on."

—Devil With the Black Dress On
Jack Off Jill

Slave? Woah.

"Yes, ma'am. See ya in a minute." He aimed a swat at her ass as she walked past, grinning when he got a dirty look in return.

Well. This was going to be interesting. He grumbled on his way to the bedroom, pulling the cuffs from their bedside drawer. Deciding he wanted to see where she would take this, he secured one wrist and put the key between his teeth. He didn't bother undressing. She hadn't told him to. Humming and jiggling his knee, he waited for his wife-turned-mistress to return.

Giggling like a schoolgirl with a dirty secret, Lydia skipped through the house collecting whatever she thought might be fun to tease her husband with; a canister of whip cream, a riding crop from the dungeon. She already had a partial script worked out in her head and ran through lines mentally while tying a frilly white apron over her little black dress. Now she was ready to give him a dose of his own medicine.

"Naughty boy…" she admonished as she reappeared in the doorway, noting the way he only half cuffed himself.

"I slave over a hot stove all day long, clean up after your messes, and take care of your babies... and this is how you repay me?"

She brought the riding crop down on her open palm in threat, the sting not even registering on her carefully schooled expression.

"Unacceptable. Do it again. I want both hands above your head, and cough up that key while you're at it. You're not as slick as you think you are."

The sound of the crop was enough to make his cock jump in his pants. He hurried to obey, cuffing his other wrist and letting the key stick out between his teeth.

"Damn, baby... you look so sexy. Ya gonna punish me? Huh?"

He chuckled at the thought, crossing his legs despite his hands being secured over his head. His disposition was relaxed, all things considered. Waggling his eyebrows at his wife, he took stock of the supplies she gathered. There was an air of premeditation here that he hadn't expected.

She planned this.

Pleased with his obedience, she sauntered toward the bed, taking the key and moving it safely to the bedside table where he would be able to reach it if he had use of his arms.

"I might punish you."

She considered him, thinking over all her options. He was entirely too comfortable.

"I might just leave you tied up here for a couple of hours and let you think about what a bad boy you are."

That seemed too cruel even for him, but she enjoyed the panic that trickled into his expression at the suggestion.

The cocky smile immediately left his face.

"What? No... baby, come on... I'll be real good, I promise!" He lifted his hips, eager for her to touch him. Anything.

"Please, babes... I'm dyin' over here! I'm so fuckin hard."

A voice in his head was screaming about how wrong the whole situation was. His wife was far from a dominatrix and he was far from a perfect sub, but he was already enjoying this far more than he'd planned to. Betel had the good sense to look bashful, shrugging slightly and batting his eyes at his wife.

"I got a bad attitude, you know that..."

He seemed very concerned with struggling and pleading and trying in vain to play on her sympathies. It wasn't a terrible strategy, but alas, it wasn't going to work this time. Considering how mercilessly he tortured her before they went out to the zoo, Lydia was fresh out of fucks to give. Literally.

"Poor baby..."

Taking her sweet time, she traced the end of the crop down the front of his body, paying special attention once she got to his crotch. His cock strained beneath his zipper, twitching as the leather bit caressed him as if it were her gentle fingers.

"Hmm… I think… You ought to clean up after me for a change."

Grabbing hold of the canister of whip cream, she crawled up onto the bed to straddle him. Once she was settled snug over his erection, she untied the halter of the apron, then the pretty bow that kept her tits locked up safe. Once they were freed, she shook the metal can and released two generous poofs of the fluffy white sweetness over her breasts, just enough to cover her nipples.

"Lick me clean," she ordered, leaning forward to dangle them over his face. "No sucking, or you'll regret it."

His chest tightened as the crop trailed over his most sensitive bits, his eyes widening. Surely she wouldn't hit his bits… she liked them too much. When the leather moved away, he breathed again, pulling at his bonds experimentally. He really was stuck. He wasn't sure he liked it, but he'd play along for her sake. He'd try anything once.

The whipped cream was a pleasant surprise, as was his wife settling in on his lap. His cock was pressed tight to her ass, warm even through the material of his pants. He cursed and rocked up into her, licking his lips.

"Yes, ma'am, kitten ma'am." He teased her slightly, regaling the ridiculous title she'd come up with him before. He leaned up as far as his bonds would allow, laving his tongue over the sweet substance hungrily.

He moaned, nipping gently at her nipple as he worked. She's said no sucking, but biting wasn't against the rules.

When he pulled at his cuffs, Lydia laughed sadistically, flicking the end of his nose just because she knew he couldn't do anything about it. She was sure to get it whenever he got out of those things, but she would enjoy his submission while she could.

"I see why you like this so much. You're so helpless..."

She hummed pleasantly while he cleaned up her tits, his tongue rough and slimy all at once, like a cross between a cat's and a dog's, but longer and striped.

"That's enough." Cutting his dessert short when it looked like he was really getting into it, she sat back on his erection again, leaving her breasts out as a reward for good behavior.

"Wanna know a secret, slave?

Slowly, she began to inch the satiny hem of her dress up her stocking-clad thighs, until he could see the nothing underneath. In response, she felt his cock surge beneath her, aching to get out of his pants and get another go at her.

"I didn't wear any underwear all day long, even while we were at the zoo. I wanted to be ready for you in case you wanted to pull over for a quickie. Silly me."

She was visibly slick for him. He could see the shine of her cleanly shaven pussy lips even from where he was having to crane his neck up uncomfortably for a good angle. Carefully, making sure he was watching, she traced a finger along herself to gather some of the dew, then drew it up to her mouth, eyes closing as she savored the flavor.

"Mmm. I can still taste your cum. Want a taste?"

The sight of inch after inch of her creamy flesh being revealed did absolutely nothing for the situation in his slacks. Her pale flesh was like a beacon, drawing his eyes like a moth to a flame. Any chance to stare at her, he'd take.

The knowledge of her lack of undergarments made him growl. He could have had her anywhere! Could have bent her over any exhibit wall and just taken her out in the open... but she'd been sneaky about it. He was sure that after their romp that morning she'd be too sore to want more. What a fool he was.

As her slick pussy came into view, his tongue rolled out of his mouth, his eyes taking on a heavy, hungry quality. They followed her delicate fingers as they trailed over her wetness and up to her lips, where the comment on their combined taste made him groan.

"Please... please, Lyds... lemme have a taste... quit bein' a tease, just let me atcha!" His tongue teased over her nipple, his neck straining to be able to reach. "Ya know ya like my mouth, come on... Jesus fuck."

At the word "tease", she scowled, bringing the flat end of the riding crop down sharply on his chest, around where she thought his nipple was.

"I have zero tolerance policy on name-calling, slave."

Where did he get off thinking he could tell her what to do?

"Of course you want a taste. Your cum is delicious. But, I can't abide that kind of insubordination. Here's a bit for now…"

Like the tease she knew she was, she gathered more from between her netherlips, sliding her wet fingertip along his chapped lips as though she were applying balm.

"And if you're an especially good boy and you beg extra nice, I'll think about letting you fuck me with that tongue. But right this second, I have a different game in mind."

Humming pleasantly, ignoring whatever he had to say after that, she took her time unbuttoning his jacket, then his button-up, untucking it from his pants and removing his belt. Then, she was kind enough to unzip and let his aching cock spring free. Now, his chest and the most sensitive part of his anatomy were bared to the room, vulnerable to whatever torture she was in the mood to dole out.

Pouting with faux sympathy, she took his cock in hand, stroking it firmly and slowly, arched forward so that the burgeoning tip could brush against where her tits were still damp with his saliva.

"Did you know your cum sort of tastes like whip cream?" Once upon a time, she told him this while drunk off her ass, but Lydia had no way of remembering. "Of course you know."

Just as casually and patiently as ever, she tipped the nozzle over his dick, decorating it like a sundae. With one, two, three licks, it was clean again, as if nothing had ever been there.

"Mmm… yep. No comparison. Your cum is better."

His own cold flesh meeting the air made him shiver. As badly as he'd wanted her to touch him, he was now worried about what she may do to the sensitive parts of his anatomy. The crop to the nipple had been bad enough.

He finally made up his mind that submission would get him further in this position than being a brat, so he simply moaned and licked his lips when she dropped down to work on his cock.

It jumped excitedly in her hold, his eyes going wide as she licked him clean. The stickiness lingering on her lips was enticing, the sweet treat reminiscent of his cum in more than one way where it lingered at the corners of her mouth.

"Please, mistress... you feel so good... lemme make ya feel good, please!" He arched his back toward her, desperate to get more of her touching him.

"Hmm… I don't think I like 'mistress'," she informed, fickle as he arched and begged, as though she were telling him to pick a different tie for his suit. "It's so harsh. Not me at all. Go back to 'kitten'. I like it better."

This entire scenario was giving her a power rush like no other. Over and over again, she applied whip cream to his cock then cleaned it up with torturous licks, never taking him into her mouth fully, until he was sticky and wet all over with remnants of sugar and saliva. If she did it again, he would surely blow prematurely based on the way he was heaving, hips pulsing up in rhythm whenever she touched him.

"Cool down, big boy," she tutted, leaving his cock alone for now, content to leave him hard and wanting. "It's not your turn yet. Patience is key."

Shifting forward until she was straddling his gut, her slick pussy flat against his belly and nothing stimulating his manhood, she began to undress fully. First, she removed the apron, then the dress, letting both garments fall carelessly over the edge of the bed, leaving her in nothing but the stockings and garter belt. Then, she undid her braid, a bounty of ebony waves spilling out over her shoulders.

"I think I know what I want from you now."

Mostly, Lydia had gone into this blindly, just repeating things she had seen in porn and movies, testing what was fun and what wasn't.

"You haven't fucked my ass in a long time. Not since our first date when your 'friend' got handsy."

Biting her lip, blushing at the filthy act she was suggesting, she leaned forward and arched back simultaneously, letting his poor, tortured cock poke against her backdoor. She wasn't in any way lubed up or ready, but the look on his face made it all worth it.

"Do you want that, Daddy? I liked it a lot…"

The tortuous licks were worse than sitting in the waiting room. The pleasure just kept building and building, but never found an end. He whined when she let him go entirely and climbed onto his stomach, slowly revealing all of her tender, soft flesh to his gaze. He knew she was well aware how much he wanted to touch her, but still, she sat just out of reach.

You haven't fucked my ass in a long time...

He cursed and slammed his head back into the pillows, moaning loudly at the very thought of it.

"Shit, yes kitten... I want that.. shit, lemme fuck that ass, sweet thing..." He bucked his hips, successfully knocking her forward enough to kiss her soundly, nipping at her lips roughly. "God damn, you are so sexy when yer bossy, baby..."

Lydia could hardly fault him for cheating, instead melting into the kiss for just a moment, indulging in the closeness.

"You're bad," she chastised as she pulled away, flicking his nose like she did Bubby when she was training him not to beg for scraps at the dinner table. If she had done such a naughty thing while under his control, he would have beat her ass black and blue for disobedience. Sweet Lydia didn't have that kind of sadism in her. The riding crop and everything else was all for show.

"Okay... We can do that."

Even though it was her suggestion and she was excited to venture down that road again, she remembered how uncomfortable it had been and was hesitant to jump right into it.

"First…"

She sat up fully, moving forward until she had a creamy thigh on either side of his face.

"Fuck me with your tongue."

He grinned as she pulled away after a moment, clearly enjoying the moment's pause from their little game. The flick to his nose made him growl, snapping at her fingers playfully.

"You sure ya wanna ride me with yer ass, baby girl? Ya seemed unhappy the next day the last time we played like that..."

She was putting up a strong front, but he wasn't about to lose out on their newly rekindled sex life to let her recover. When she climbed up to straddle his face he eagerly went right to work, his tongue sliding teasingly over her pussy and up to curl around her clit, squeezing gently before pushing into her for a moment.

When he was done teasing, he settled in to open her tight rosebud with soft circles of his tongue, pushing at the tight flesh a moment before returning to her cunt, sighing at the familiar, delicious taste of her arousal.

"It hurt…" she panted in agreement with his assessment, working her hips into a gentle gyration as he set to work. "… but it hurt good… oh… fuck… yes!"

He was a maestro with his mouth, a true artist. That he actually tasted her there was humiliating and nasty and hot. The blush on her face had leaked down to the tops of her breasts, full and bouncing as she rode his face. With masterful strokes of his long, talented tongue, he was quickly able to bring her to orgasm. For once, she had the freedom to pull away before he could gorge himself on her oversensitive flesh.

"Oh… baby…"

Shaky and sweating, she inched back down his body until their bits were lined up, gifting his damp, punished nose with a sweet kiss this time.

"That was good…"

With that, she sunk back, engulfing his cock in her clenching, pulsating pussy without any warning whatsoever. She wanted him good and wet before even attempting to go through with the brand of torture she had in mind.

He chased her when she pulled back, nearly dislocating a shoulder in his frustration of being deprived of her. He growled softly, huffing as she settled back against him.

"I wasn't done with that. I like to lick my plate." Her sudden heat around his cock forced a shout out of him, his arms pulling hard at the cuffs, making them rattle. "Fuck! Oh my god... baby..."

He grit his teeth, struggling to keep still and let her work. The resolve didn't last long, and in moments he was getting his feet under him to thrust into her eagerly.

"Fuck! Ya feel so good, kitten... yer doin' great. Gonna make a dominatrix outta you yet..." he grinned and leaned as far forward as he could, barely brushing his lips across her breasts.

As soon as he was rooted, he went wild, taking advantage of what limbs he had freedom over to pound up into her as if she were the one cuffed. Moaning and arched back, Lydia allowed it for a minute, always having enjoyed this particular angle. He was hitting that place inside of her just right…

But this wasn't the goal. On the downstroke, she pulled off of him abruptly, leaving him jutting his hips up into nothing.

"Down, boy," she teased, pulling the nearby riding crop close to her leg so she could use it if she really needed to. "Stay still. I mean it, Betelgeuse."

Warning adequately delivered, she reached behind herself to take hold of him and aim properly. In this area of sexuality, Lydia's knowledge was admittedly… lacking. She knew she hadn't done as much to prepare herself as he once did, but it would be okay. Right?

It was not okay. With gentle rocking motions, she attempted to ease him down the rarely trodden path, only to clench up in pain once she finally got his head through the first ring of muscle.

"Fuck," she grit out through her teeth, immediately pulling him out so she could take a breath and try again. It couldn't be that hard. Porn stars did it all the time. She was just being a baby.

That crop was scary. He didn't doubt that she'd use it if she needed to. He went still as requested, his hands clenching and unclenching around his bonds. As she lined up to sit down he started to warn her, sitting up partway. "Woah, woah! Baby, be careful... ya don't got enough lube down here yet..." Her back was stiff with pain. He hated it. He leaned in to press his forehead to her chest gently. "Take it slow, kitten... get some lube and try again. Don't hurt my wife..." As much as she was tight and hot around him and he wanted to thrust into her, he kept still. He didn't want her damaging herself.

"Better yet, lemme out and I'll make it real good for ya... I know you want this cock in ya right, Lyds... come on..."

"Stop telling me what to do, slave!"

She snapped stubbornly, trying in vain to retake control of the situation. Where even was the lube? She was always so wet for him, there was never a need for it. Huffing, nostrils flared, she pushed back down by his shoulders and tried again only to make it no further an inch or so down his shaft before the pain became too much and she had to withdraw, slumping over him with a defeated humph.

"Fine."

Pouting severely, she reached for the nearby key to his salvation and began undoing the cuffs, supremely put out that she'd been driven to this.

"You better be nice to me. Call it an early release for good behavior."

As soon as his hands were free, he summoned a bottle of lube to his side and pulled his wife into a deep kiss.

"Oh, I'm gonna be real nice to ya baby. Don't worry." Flipping them and settling her on her back, he handed her the crop, winking at her playfully. "Just in case I act up."

He pressed kisses over her chest, sucking gently at the tops of her breasts as he slicked his fingers with lube. Carefully, he eased a slick finger into her ass, twisting and curling it to open her up slowly. After a while he added a second, more lube introduced when he felt it necessary.

When he was satisfied, he slicked his cock and rolled back onto his back, patting his thighs. "Let's try this again... slower. Got it?"

Her breath went short as he worked her open with his finger, her hands gripping at his undone button-up. It was uncomfortable, but compared to the agony of trying to take his cock with her pussy juice alone, it was nothing she couldn't handle. Soon, he deemed her ready and got back into place on his back, seemingly reaccepting his "slave" status for the night.

That was easier than she thought it would be. Suspiciously so.

"Good boy," she purred, pleased by his tenderness, and climbed right back into the position they'd been in before she broke down and uncuffed him. This time, the head popped in with minimal resistance, a sting of pain still present, but it was bearable, what she knew from their prior experience to be normal.

"Ahhhh… fuck… fuck you're big…"

Riding crop still gripped tightly in her trembling fist, she worked him deeper with shallow, slow rocks of her hips, until there was nowhere left to go, plush ass cheeks meeting the wiry growth of pubic hair at his groin. Letting loose a heavy breath, she relaxed, lashes fluttering at the foreign sensation. Betelgeuse began to move before she did, pulsing his hips just so in a way that made her gasp, nails digging into his biceps.

"Stay still!"

With that, he earned a light swat to the nipple, her aim more accurate this time with his missing jacket and shirt. Just because the cuffs were gone didn't mean she wasn't still in charge here...

Right?

The tight heat of her squeezing around him was enough to break his resolve. As soon as she seemed relaxed enough he started to rock up into her, his hands sliding back to grip her ass firmly.

Stay still!

The stinging swat to his nipple made him chuckle, hands squeezing until his nails dug into her flesh. It was cute that she thought she was still in charge here.

"I don't think I will be still... you've been teasing me for too long, little girl..." He pulled her down onto him as he thrust up, the crop flying out of her hand and crashing against the far wall with just a little flare of juice. He growled, grimacing, leaning up to nip at her lips.

"Tell me who I am again? Am I 'slave'? Huh? Do you want me to be good and obedient, or do you want Daddy to destroy your little holes? Be honest with yerself."

The brutal thrust made her cry out. The riding crop flying across the room, magically yanked from her hands without him even gesturing, made her eyes go wide with panic. Oh shit.

She'd been awfully hard on him, hadn't she? He didn't have any reason to listen to her now. His questions confused her, even made her feel guilty. "Slave" wasn't a very nice thing to call him. Even he never called her anything that degrading when they were playing their games. At first, it had been a joke to help ease her into the unfamiliar role, but the longer the session went on… well. The joke stuck.

"I don't know," she gasped, still coming to grips with the sudden change in dynamics and the thick cock thrusting into her tightest passage. "I don't know."

He was asking her things she just didn't have an answer to. She didn't know if she wanted him curbed and obedient like that. Not enough time had been taken to really get to know him as a slave. She knew she liked him like this; large and in charge, telling her how things were going to be.

"I'm sorry," she huffed, breathing through the fucking, willing it to get to the part that she knew felt good. Only a little further now. "It was just a game."

"Sure it was. And we had fun, didn't we? After all, you got to use daddy's cock like a sex toy. That was real fun, huh?" He continued his vicious pounding, driving up into her like an animal.

"Thing is... you went about it awful mean, kitten." He chuckled softly at the abject horror on her face. She knew exactly how deep in it she was. He pushed at her hips, lifting her off of him and manhandled her onto her hands and knees, kissing the back of her neck as he pressed back in, more lube added where she couldn't see.

"Now. You gonna be a good girl for daddy, or am I gonna have to be mean right back to ya?"

Much more familiar with this role, Lydia fell back into her place easily. Like an animal in a pack submitting to their alpha, an instinctive drive forced her to go limp when she felt teeth at her neck, trusting that he meant no harm.

"I'll be good," she promised brokenly, whimpering beneath him. The pain and discomfort had calmed to a dull ache with his furious thrusting, leaving a pleasant, hot pressure behind while he rutted into her.

"I just wanted to do a good job…"

It was his idea, anyway. Really, it was Santa's idea. Santa was, apparently, a cruel pervert not unlike her husband.

"You're so good at this, Daddy," she moaned, face half crushed into their pillows as he slowed it down to heavy, deep thrusts, taking a break from his initial excited fucking.

"Didn't want to disappoint you…"

"Baby girl, you did great. We got to play around and find out if we liked it. It was good, I just like havin' ya under me a lot better. Don't you, princess?"

He was glad to have this back. The months of forced celibacy had been a bitch and a half on his libido. He found himself popping a boner at any sight of pale, soft flesh Lydia provided… but that wasn't so different from before her pregnancy either. He kissed her cheek gently as his thrusts slowed, groaning into her skin.

"Fuck, I'm so fuckin' close... you little minx, ya got me with the stamina of a teenager. Shit."

He reached around her to find her clit, rubbing firmly over the sensitive flesh to try and coax her into another orgasm as his steady thrusting persisted.

"But you're my good girl... n' yer gonna cum first, aren't ya?"

"I liked telling you what to do…" she admitted bashfully, somehow maintaining a modicum of innocence even while he was balls deep in her ass. "But it wasn't really hot… it was more… gratifying…"

In almost every aspect of their life together, Daddy called the shots. Lydia preferred it this way. He provided structure and stability, took pressure off of her by taking the stress of decision-making away. He decided when they fucked, when they ate, when she worked and when he worked, and when it was time to abandon responsibility and go have some fun.

However, taking choice away from him and forcing him to bend to her fickle demands for once had been a novel experience. Lydia wasn't sure she was done exploring that yet. Especially if it meant he would be out for sweet revenge once he was freed from the cuffs.

When he found her clit, her moans turned throaty, thighs trembling, palms planted flat against the headboard to help keep her in place while he slammed against her.

"Fuck… mmm… oh, God… I'll cum first… I'll be good… nnggh…"

The closer she came to the orgasm he demanded, the more she babbled, going on about how much she loved him, how sorry she was for being mean, how good this felt.

"It's so good! Fuck! Yes! Harder!"

Her climax forced him into his own, his forehead pressed tight to the back of her neck, his bulging stomach fitted sickeningly well to the curve of her back. He grunted through his orgasm, pressing tired kisses to the soft naps of her neck, his chest heaving with unnecessary breaths.

"Fucking hell, Lyds…" He rolled off of her, careful in the way he extracted his cock from her abused ass. He pulled her down into his chest and kissed her firmly.

"Love you, baby girl. Ya did real good." He sighed contentedly.

Just at that moment, everything was right with his world. His children were beautiful and healthy, his wife was sexy and satisfied, and his father-in-law was gone for good. He was living the perfect afterlife.