Vi knew what it was like to be in that bed, on that bed, with me. “Stay calm, or I stop all of this.” I said, giving Vi a little extra domination, but also giving her good advice.

Vi nodded and looked up at me. I could tell she wanted to touch herself so badly, but she was resisting it. Good girl.

Brenda stood up and slid her panties down her long legs. She stood in front of me. Naked, vulnerable, the black patch of pubic hair the only thing giving her body color.

I ran a fingernail down the center of Brenda's body, from her chin to her clit. She was already breathing heavily, excited.

"Lay on the fucking bed." I commanded, the power of that statement coursing through me. Brenda sat down on the bed and laid back.

“Get up. Stop laying down.” I said, loving the ability to toy with my wife. I knew this bothered the hell out of her. My indecisiveness was one of the things that lead Brenda and me into BDSM in the first place. As a domme, Brenda took my options away and told me exactly what to do. Now that she was bound to my whims, I wanted to make sure I did all the things that got a little under her skin.

She stood up and looked at me, her breathing getting quicker, her face a little flushed. I looked at her, knowing what it took for her to give this up. She looked beautiful and vulnerable, which meant I was in the zone.

“I bet you think I’m going to pleasure your pussy, don’t you?” I said. Brenda didn't react, looking straight into my eyes.

"You won't, you couldn't." She said, the confidence of a domme still present in her voice.

"I won't?" I said, “You’re trying to play this against me…” I grabbed her chin, rougher than I did with Vi. “You’re not as goddamn clever as you think you are, Brenda.”

She let out a breath as I pulled my hand away, and I could see her start to crumble. I stepped behind her and grabbed her by the hips, turning her body in an instant. I put one knee on the bed and pushed Brenda down onto the bed. “Stay. Down.” I said roughly, smacking Brenda on the ass.

“Yes, Mistress Wendy.” Brenda turned toward me, excited and begging for the next step.

"Vi. Get up and go to the dresser in our closet. The one I put your very expensive sub collar on that you haven't thanked me for yet. In the second drawer down there is a pair of black metal handcuffs and ankle cuffs that match. They are not the gentle kind that we would use on you. They're only for eager sluts that are foolish enough to ask to be dommed. Pick the right ones, or I will put you in them instead of putting them on Brenda."