Sometimes a wife has to go to extreme measures to save her marriage. Cissy Holden isn’t happy. Her husband Len doesn’t help out around the house and shows little respect for her. Even worse, their sex life leaves much to be desired. The chemistry they enjoyed when they first met has faded and Cissy is at her wit’s end.
She decides to take matters into her own hands—literally—and introduces her wayward husband to the concept of a Female-Led Relationship (FLR). At first he’s all for it since he’s getting sexual favors for doing chores, but as Cissy ratchets up the control, Len starts to wonder if he’s less of a man if he lets her. Even more confusing is that the sex, another area where Cissy has taken control, is through the roof. What does that say about him? Only time will tell if Len will jump on board, or if Cissy has made the biggest mistake of her life.
When dinner was ready she put it on the table. Len ate quickly, not making conversation, and then went outside. She heard what sounded like the hedge trimmer start and smiled to herself. Trimming the bushes was on the list, and it appeared Len wasn’t so angry he refused to do a chore that would get him a reward. And she didn’t plan to refuse him. She’d made those additional stipulations with the idea it would take him a few days to clean up the bedroom. If he trimmed the bushes, he’d get his reward.
After he’d finished, he came into the house. “I assume you want to inspect?”
Cissy put down the dusting cloth and followed him outside. He’d done a good job, both with the trimming and with cleaning up afterward. She leaned in to give him a kiss and he didn’t pull away, which, after their earlier spat, she took as progress. Taking Len in hand was both one of the most difficult but most rewarding things Cissy had ever done. The fact it was improving their marriage only made her more sure this was the route to take.
Len cocked his head. “Why?”
“To get your reward.”
“But I thought—”
“I’m willing to give you a couple of days to get your clothes and stuff in order. Trimming the bushes was a big job and you deserve a reward for it.”
His face lit up. “Really?” Cissy nodded, doing her best to hide a smile. “Lemme take a quick shower and I’m all yours.” Several moments later, he exited the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. Cissy looked up and started at his expression, which could best be described as calculating. “So…”
“If I clean up some of these clothes can I upgrade my reward?”
Cissy barked out a laugh. “Upgrade?”
He grinned. “I don’t know what you were planning, but yeah.”
“Suuu-weet!” Pulling off the towel and folding it on the rack in the bathroom, which alone almost caused her to weep with joy, Len then ran around the room naked, picking up clothes and depositing them in piles, some in the hamper and others on the bed.
She eyed the pile on the bed. “What’s this one for?”
“Those aren’t dirty. I need to either hang them up or throw them in the dryer to get out some wrinkles.”
“And you’re going to do that right now, correct?”
A little while later, Cissy cuffed Len again and spent a long time teasing him with her lips, tongue and teeth before finally swallowing his cock to the root. His back bowed and he bit his lip, most likely to hold in the swear word fighting to break free. He was trying, and she was proud of him. When he began to thrash again, she stopped, coming to a quick decision.
“I’m going to tie your legs down too.”
She didn’t need to see his eyes behind the blindfold to know they were wide as saucers. “What? Why?”
“Because if I hadn’t moved so quickly you would’ve just clocked me in the head.”
She grabbed two of her long scarves and tied each of his ankles to a corner of the bedframe. Her husband was now spread like her personal buffet, and she found herself licking her lips. Even though he’d initially reacted negatively to the idea of being completely tied down, the pre-cum leaking freely from the head of his cock told her he was enjoying the experience.
Leaning down, she sucked it into her mouth again and he threw his head back, rattling the cuffs and banging the headboard against the wall. His jaw was tight and she knew he must be trying hard to keep his mouth shut, afraid if he swore she’d stop. Cissy wasn’t that cruel, but he didn’t need to know that.