I peeked out the window at every opportunity waiting for Sophie’s arrival. I had run out of obvious things to clean hours ago. Every floor in the house had been vacuumed and every surface dusted. The bathroom and kitchen were both spotless. I had long since fluffed every pillow and lit candles in the bedroom. By the time 2 AM rolled around, I was reduced to straightening the glasses and mugs in the cabinets so they all lined up perfectly. Hopefully, Sophie would be home soon. I felt like I had cleaned enough that she would take pity on me and let me get some sleep.The reason I was meticulously cleaning our house late into the night was simply because Sophie had told me to. My wife has the ability to bend everyone around her to her will. If she tells you to do something, you have no choice but to do it. So when she told me before she left that I had to strip naked except for a pair of her dirty panties and spend the night cleaning every inch of our home until she returned, that’s exactly what I did. She was punishing me for stepping out of line, but I knew I was getting off easy. Sophie could do much worse if she were really pissed off.Earlier in the evening I hoped that if she came home to a spotless house she would reward me with a taste of her pussy and allow me to get her off before bed. But she had been out so long and I was exhausted. All I wanted by that point was for her to let me go to sleep and not make me stay up all night cleaning her shoes with my tongue just because she could.Before she left, Sophie had teased me by telling me she might bring someone home with her. All night I ısparta escort had been thinking about her walking through the door with a man who she would take into our bedroom and fuck while I sat outside helpless to do anything. Thinking about it made me feel like I was going to be sick, and yet my cock would get hard at the thought.Finally, I saw headlights through the window, which meant Sophie’s Uber had just pulled into the driveway. My chest tightened up with anxiety. Maybe I hadn’t cleaned enough. Maybe she was serious when she threatened to bring home a guest. I listened for a sound at the front door as I began straightening the next shelf of glasses.The front door opened. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sophie walk in looking like she had just stepped off a magazine cover with her wavy brown hair and a blue dress that looked painted on. “Oh hey, Matt,” she said sounding very casual. You could almost imagine that there was nothing unusual about me rearranging glassware in the middle of the night while wearing only a pair of her panties.“Soph, have I told you how great you look in that dress?” I said, trying not to let on how tense I felt.“Oh, you have no idea,” she laughed. “Do you know how many men were breaking their necks to get a better look? They were all falling over themselves to be the one who gets to peel this dress of me tonight.” Sophie leaned against the counter and took off her heels.I couldn’t help myself. I said, “I’d love to help you peel it off.”“Oh no, Matt. I need those glasses perfectly straight. Keep your hakkari escort eyes on your work.”My gaze locked onto the cabinet and I couldn’t make myself look over at Sophie.In a low voice behind me she said, “I hope it won’t distract you if I undress here in the kitchen. I wouldn’t want you to lose focus on your very important work.” My cheeks burned. Sophie loved nothing more than bending me to her will and then rubbing my nose in it.Behind me, I heard her pull her dress down and step out of it. All I wanted to do was turn around and take my wife on our kitchen floor, but I couldn’t move. All my frustration was useless. Until Sophie changed her mind, I was helpless. In our years together I had learned over and over again that frustrated and helpless is exactly where Sophie wanted me.She came up behind me and hugged me, her naked body pressing into mine. A tender moment to cut through the teasing. “I love you, Baby. I’m going to go take a shower.” Then she kissed my back and left the room.I called back, “I love you too!” And I meant it. I love being married to Sophie. I love that she pushes me to my limits of frustration and that she makes my head spin. And I love that her total domination over me, includes taking care of me and meeting all my needs. I wouldn’t trade being Sophie’s husband for anything.It was only after she walked upstairs that I realized I was still straightening glasses. She had left without releasing me from her command to clean. It was no doubt intentional. Fuck. This night was far from over. Feeling defeated and exhausted, bingöl escort I pulled out all of the cleaning supplies from the cabinet underneath the sink and began cleaning the inside of it.It was forty minutes later when she finally came back downstairs. “Matt,” she called, her tone commanding me to give her my full attention. I immediately snapped to look. She was still wet from the shower and wrapped in a towel. All it took was one finger gesturing to follow and I dropped everything and came like a dog on a leash with her into the living room. All my exhaustion and frustration was forgotten in the moment and I was consumed by the need to obey her.Sophie sat down on the couch and pointed at the floor. My legs buckled and I dropped to my knees at her feet. She opened the towel, revealing herself to me. All I wanted to do was kiss every inch of her body. “You did such a good job cleaning tonight and I wanted to thank you, Baby.” She lifted one leg onto the couch and then the other. With her hand she spread her pussy right in front of me.I was overwhelmed with the desire to taste her. All I managed to say was “Yeah?”Sophie smiled as she started playing with her clit. “Yes, I think you’ve earned a reward. Would you like a reward, Baby?”I nodded.“Would you like to lick my pussy?”“Yes, Sophie. Please.” I was desperate. All I wanted in that moment was to taste and worship her pussy.“OK, I’ll let you lick my pussy one time.”My frustration was so great I said, “Baby, no…”“No?” Sophie raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you just spend all night learning that I have complete control over you?”“Sophie, please, please let me make you come.” I couldn’t help begging. I was so desperate for her.“Oh no, Matt. You haven’t earned that. You don’t deserve to make me come. Once it sinks in that you don’t deserve my pussy and you’re just a toy I play with, then maybe I’ll use your tongue to get off.”“I need to taste you,” I moaned.