Ela me ajuda a gozar rapidamente todas as manhãs quando estamos sozinhos em casa

“Every morning, as soon as my wife leaves for work, I lock the door, turn on the camera, and kneel in front of the bed. The ritual is the same each time, a wicked tango we’ve danced hundreds of times before. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and wait for her voice to fill the room.

“Open your eyes, my little toy,” she purrs, her sultry tone crackling through the speakers. “Look at me, like the eager puppy you are.”

I do as I’m told, staring into the screen that’s mounted on the wall opposite the bed. There, larger than life, is my wife’s face, her lips curled into a wicked smirk. Behind her, I can see a sliver of her office, the expensive furniture and tasteful art telling the world that she’s someone important, someone to be respected.

But here, in the privacy of our home, she’s something else entirely. “Fetch your collar, dog,” she orders, and I scurry to the drawer where she keeps it, my heart racing in anticipation. “Attacher sua coleira,” she says, and I place the leather around my neck, buckling it tightly.

“Bom menino,” she coos, and I feel a warmth bloom in my chest at her praise. I kneel back down, my head bowed, waiting for her next command.

“Now, strip for me,” she commands, and I obey, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. I let it fall to the floor, followed by my pants and underwear. “Boa, você é tão obediente,” she purrs, and I flush with pride.

But my satisfaction is short-lived. “Now, beg,” she says, and I look up at her, my expression pleading. “Por favor, sinhá,” I whimper, “I need you. I need your touch.”

She laughs, a sound that’s equal parts cruel and erotic. “And you shall have it, my pet,” she promises. “But first, you must earn it.”

I nod, my throat tight with anticipation. “Yes, sinhá,” I whisper. “Anything. I’ll do anything you ask.”

“Good,” she says, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Now, spread your legs. Show me what’s mine.”

I do as I’m told, lying down on the bed and spreading my legs wide. I feel vulnerable, exposed, but that only makes me harder. “Is this what you want to see, sinhá?” I ask, my voice shaking.

“Sim, é isso que eu quero ver,” she growls, her gaze fixed on my crotch. “You like showing off for me, don’t you? You like me seeing how hard you are for me?”

“Yes, sinhá,” I admit, my cheeks burning. “I always get so hard when I think about you.”

“Then touch yourself,” she commands. “Show me how you pleasure yourself when I’m not here.”

I reach down, wrapping my hand around my shaft. I stroke myself slowly at first, then faster, whimpering as I imagine her touch. “Is this good, sinhá?” I ask, my voice tight with pleasure.

“Sim, muito bom,” she purrs. “Now, use your other hand. Play with your balls.”

I obey, cupping my balls and rolling them in my palm. I can feel my thighs tensing, my stomach tightening as I bring myself closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to cum, sinhá,” I warn her, my voice strained.

“Then cum for me,” she says, her voice firm. “Cum hard, all over yourself, like the filthy pervert you are.”

With a cry, I do just that, my body tensing as I spill my seed all over my stomach and chest. I gasp and shudder, riding out the waves of pleasure until I’m spent, lying limp on the bed.

“Boa menino,” she coos, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You did so well for me.”

“Obrigado, sinhá,” I pant, my body still trembling. “I always do my best to please you.”

“Then remember this feeling,” she says, her voice growing firm again. “Remember how good it is to obey me, to give in to me completely. And know that it’s mine. Your pleasure, your submission, all of it belongs to me.”

“I know, sinhá,” I whisper, my heart swelling with love and devotion. “It’s always been yours. Forever and always.”

“Good,” she says, her smile softening. “Now, get cleaned up and go about your day. I’ll see you tonight.”

With that, the screen goes dark, and I’m left alone with my thoughts and the lingering scent of sex in the air. I compliance, cleaning myself up and getting dressed, my mind already racing with thoughts of our next session.

But for now, I have work to do. My wife may own my pleasure, may control me completely, but that doesn’t mean I can slack off. No, I have a reputation to uphold, a career to maintain.

So I head out the door, my head held high, the imprint of her collar still warm around my neck. I’m hers, body and soul, and nothing will ever change that.

But for now, I have a job to do. And I’ll do it to the best of my abilities, just as I always do.

Just as I always will, for my beautiful, dominating wife.

THE END