"You might as well meet your new master for the next few weeks," he told her, looking down into her eyes, and then down further to her tantalizing cleavage. He didn't know what he wanted more, to get his lips on her tits, or to get her lips on his dick. He knew what would bother her most, though. "Unzip my pants. That's right," he commanded, watching closely as her trembling hands complied. "Undo the belt and the buttons. Good. Now reach inside my shorts and pull my cock out." When her hand touched his cock, Jack thought he might explode all over her right then. "This, my dear, is going to be your new boss." He smiled when she looked around the room, especially at the open window. "Don't worry about anyone seeing you. And if they do, so what? A woman worshipping a man's cock is only natural. In fact, now's a good time to kiss it. Right on the head."

Jack looked down and enjoyed the sight of his wife kissing, licking and sucking his cock in broad daylight, something he'd never seen before. As hard as he was, and as turned on as he was, he knew that he couldn't let her go on for much longer. Besides, her attempts to please him were just scrambled enough to be annoying. She sucked cock like a virgin, but without the enthusiasm. Clearly, training was in order. Intense training.

Not wanting to blow his load too soon, Jack pushed his wife's face away from his cock, pausing again to look down the front of her summer dress. Instinctively she pulled back, but Jack would have none of that. "No. Pull your dress out so I can see your tits better," he ordered her. "Good. You have most amazing breasts and it's a shame to keep them covered like that. Plus, I wanna be able to reach them at any time, to play with and whatnot. We'll have to do something about that. Now stand up and take that dress off."

Standing naked before him, Kelli blushed three shades of red. She clearly felt uncomfortable being nude out in the open. But her trepidation only fired Jack's passion. His cock still hadn't softened one bit after her inept blowjob, and again he contemplated throwing her down and giving her cunt a feel for his rigid cock. But he knew that after the first stroke he'd be lost, out of control. And he wanted to prolong his anticipation as long as possible. Besides, he was starving.

Pulling a short skirt and a bra from the pile of "good" clothes, he threw them at Kelli. "Here, put these on and go down to make me some breakfast.Eggs and bacon and some nice hot coffee."

"Just in these?" she asked. Amazingly, it was her first verbal protest since he'd taken control. Her fear of exposure was deeper than even he had suspected.

"Yes, that's what I said. Just in those. Now go make me some breakfast, get the paper in, and bring it all up here. It's time for you to start treating me like aking." His brusque tone gave her no option but to obey.

After she left he jumped to the window and peered out. How in the world was she going to crouch over to pick up the paper without mooning the whole neighborhood? He grinned as his stomach growled. Being in charge was hard, hungry work!

After breakfast and the first shared shower since their honeymoon, Jack gave Kelli the mission of straightening up the house while he attended to the yard work. All in all, the first few hours were going well, especially since he encouraged Kelli to think of the whole thing as a sort of therapy for him. Still, he perceived his own efforts to be scattered and inconsistent. He needed to present himself as being totally in control, with everything fully planned out. She needed to see him as an implacable force, an iron will with a perfect plan. To get the best reactions from her, the fear, the trepidation, the disgust and the submission, he had to carefully balance a slow approach and some shocking demands. As he worked on the yard, he solidified his plans.

After the yardwork he relaxed in his hammock while he had Kelli pull the weeds in the garden. With their entire yard enclosed by a seven foot fence, and no second story windows around, he knew that Kelli could traipse around totally nude without the fear of discovery. And she would. But not today. Instead, he'd put her in a skirt, panties and a halter top. But as his wife bent over to rip the weeds out, he second-guessed his decision.

"Kelli, come over here," he called to her in his sweetest voice. As she approached he could read the hesitancy in her eyes and posture. She was beginning to expect an unpleasant task every time he talked to her. Even covered in dirt and sweat, she looked good enough to gobble up. "I've changed my mind about your outfit. Take your panties off. I want to look at your ass and pussy while you work."

"Out here?" she said meekly.

"Yes out here," he told her sternly. "There's no one to see. And stop questioning my orders. If I say so, I can have you out here working in the nude. Is that what you want? Now get those panties off and get back to work!"

As she dociley handed her panties to him, Jack reached out and fingered her pussy. Another brick had been laid in the foundation of his plan to make her a good slave.

Dinner had followed another shower, this one also provided by Kelli. Jack admitted that he liked having her bathe and dry him, especially when she had to kneel for the parts below his waist. Now, he lay on the couch watching TV while Kelli sat on the floor reading a magazine. He'd decided, rightly, that she needed structure. Now it was time to start giving her some.

"Kelli." He liked the way her body stiffened at just the sound of her name. "I put a robe on the bed upstairs for you to wear. Go change into it and return down here. And don't forget the shoes I put there too." As she jumped to comply, he quickly rearranged the furniture in the family room, giving himself a large open space to work in. He contemplated leaving the blinds open to give his neighbors a little peek, but decided against it. Maybe later they'd try a little exhibitionism.

When Kelli returned, Jack saw that his selection had been perfect for his needs. His wife wore only a sheer swimmers robe that he'd found tucked in a corner of the closet. Short enough to cover only part of her ass, it hung open enough to reveal the most seductive curves of her tits and her waist. With the view starting to bring his cock to life, Jack turned to the matter at hand.

"It's time for you to learn what is expected of you on a daily basis. How I want to be treated. How you can address me. What you can do to make me happiest, which is your only job in this whole thing.We'll start with what I want to hear from you...which mainly is nothing. You'll do as you're told without question or complaining. Unless I tell you otherwise, you'll address me as 'Sir.' As in 'Yes, Sir, I'll do whatever you want.' Or, 'Sir, may I lick the cum from your cock?' I'll call you whatever I want, though given how quickly you spread your legs for other men, 'Slut' comes to mind most often. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she answered, clearly embarassed by his flippant use of dirty words. For Kelli, the word 'vagina' brought a blush to her face. And the C-words were never to be uttered, not even to curse your worst enemies. It was on Jack's checklist to change that as well.

"Yes, what?" he prompted her, clearly annoyed by the obvious ommission.

"Yes, Sir," she replied.

"Good. Remember, when I'm deciding on how much you should be punished every day, I'm going to take into account how much respect you show me. So remember that 'Sir!' The next thing is how you'll treat me. Obviously you'll do anything I want you to. For instance, I want you to hop on one foot. Now the other. Now bend over and touch your toes. Good! That gives me a great view of your ass. Now stand up straight and listen to me. When we're alone here in the house, you'll treat me with respect. You'll keep your eyes toward the ground. You'll walk behind me. And unless I tell you to, your head should never, ever be above mine. Do you understand, slut?"

"Yes, Sir," she said simply.

"Obviously you do not understand, or you would've hit the ground to make sure your head is not above mine." He waited while she sank to the floor, clearly unsure of how to sit and finally deciding to kneel so as to keep her pussy from gaping open. "It seems as though you're having a little trouble understanding things. I'm going to overlook these problems today. But you better have your act together tomorrow morning,

"Which takes us to the things that I like to do, the things that make me happy. The first is that I like to look at and touch you. Your job is to make it as easy for me as possible." He stood and towered over her. "Stand up." He circled around her, admiring her curves and hidden valleys, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume, enjoying the aura of vulnerability all around her. She looked much like a doe ready to bolt. Only he wasn't about to let her off that easy. With a jerk, he pulled the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. From behind her he grabbed her breasts in his hands, squeezing them so suddenly and savagely that she gave a little cry. Releasing them for only a moment he stripped off his T-shirt before pulling her back against his chest, his hands once again firmly encamped on her round tits.