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I should probably clarify that it wasn’t actually Cancer that seemingly changed my wife overnight, but rather a potential diagnosis.

During an annual check-up, she had a health scare. I was out of the country at the time and we were in the middle of a big move which delayed her test results longer than either of us expected. I wasn’t due back home for two more weeks but I expedited my trip and got there a few days before the Doctor was supposed to call.

As I walked into the house ready to console her, she surprised me with something I would have never expected. Instead of being anxious about her health or stressed due to the move, she sat on our kitchen island in the tightest latex body suit I have ever seen. Her nipples looked like they could cut through it and I could see the tiny hairs from her landing strip.

Before I could really say anything, she hopped off the counter and gestured for me to come towards her.

We met in school and both of us were very experimental and still are in our marriage. But the one thing she never had any interest in trying was anything where she played a dominant or controlling role. We’ve gone so far as TPE and free use and tried so many kinks that I would have never wondered of on my own. But she was never interested in ordering me around or taking any aspect of control, which was fine considering I didn’t have a specific desire for that. I would have been down to try it though.

Anyway, somehow as soon as I saw her in that outfit, I knew something had changed in her mind. The way she silenced me when I tried to say “baby” or pointed at her feet when I wasn’t standing close enough to her, I could tell she was a completely different person than the one I had experienced for so many years.

Usually when I come home from a trip, I greet her with a kiss and wrap my hand around her neck just so she knows how much I missed her. This time, she pushed me down on my knees by my shoulders before I could even touch her.

Considering myself as a pretty harsh dominant, you can probably guess why it’s hard for me to admit why this turned me on so much. I did exactly as she said and fell to her knees, knowing she has at all times obeyed every one of my demands.

She lifted her leg over my shoulder as I kissed and licked her inner thigh. She whipped me with one of her belts, gently hitting my back and ass as I approached her pussy. I tried to use my hands and pull her suit to the side, but the belt snapped hard across my spine and I looked up at her as I grunted in pain.

“Good boy,” she whispered and bit her lip. I smirked and continued to kiss her legs and move toward her pussy once more. I snapped the latex around her a few times with my teeth, until she finally exposed herself to me.

I ate her out like it was my first time tasting her, sucking on her clit every so often just to hear her squeal. Countless times before, her tiny hands would be scratching and clawing at my back, pushing my head away as if she was running from me. Now, her fingers gripped my hair and buried my face deeper in her.

I could have stayed in that position for hours, simply servicing her and allowing her to cum until her legs gave out, but she clearly had other plans. I looked up at her just as she wrapped the belt around my neck. I didn’t think much of it and looked up at her licking my lips, smirking because she knew I loved the taste of her. It caught me off guard when she yanked the belt like a leash and I slid on my hands and knees.

I should probably mention that Heather is only about 5’3 and doesn’t weigh more than 110lbs. I am 6ft and probably close to 180lbs. None of that stopped her from pulling me up the stairs and to our bedroom like a dog. All she kept repeating was “good boy” or “you’ll get your reward” until we were at the bed.

Laying on the foot of the bed was a spreader bar that we hadn’t used in months and a blindfold that we used always. She blindfolded me and took off every article of clothing that I had on.

I asked her how we would use the spreader bar if I was blindfolded (since she was the only one who ever used it). She didn’t respond. I asked if she got her test results. She didn’t respond, but gripped my cock so tightly that I winced and then shut my mouth.

She ordered me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. Without hesitation, I did everything she asked of me. She spanked me a few times and then put headphones on me. We had dabbled in sensory deprivation but I had only tried it once while she was riding me. Somehow I knew this time would be much different.

She strapped the bar to my ankles and then stopped touching me for a while. I couldn’t see or hear, so I figured she was getting a paddle to spank me or a camera to record, as she often likes to do.

It felt like an eternity, but it must have only been a few minutes. I found out later that it was just long enough for her to put on a brand new strap that she had just bought. I flinched when I felt her slick spit on my asshole, but I barely had time to react before she pushed her cock into me.

I buried my face in the bed and groaned, reaching back and pushing her away. She slapped my ass so hard as she eased into me, running her fingers along my back each time. The music was soft enough that I could hear most of what she was saying, even though she clearly didn’t mean for that to be the case.

She suddenly grabbed my hips and thrusted into me hard, saying “you don’t ever give me the courtesy of going slow”. She continued to spank me, pull at my hair and mumble things I couldn’t hear as she went. She had never pegged me before but somehow was a pro at it. I pleaded with her to go easy, even though I couldn’t hear her response.

After a while, I got used to it enough to let go of the sheets and play with my cock. I tried my best not to cum, but as soon as I touched it, I grunted and came so hard. My legs shook from under me and my teeth chattered. I had never came that hard before, never had such a powerful orgasm.

She continued to fuck me as I collapsed onto the bed, reaching around my body to jerk me off. I twitched, which only fueled her desire more. The headphones had fallen off by now and I could hear her telling me how tight my hole was, how I wouldn’t feel like a real man after this but that I served my purpose. It was incredible and I laid there like a toy of hers until she was finally done.

She disappeared into the shower and left me there until she was done, then untied me. She was right, the shame and post-nut clarity hit like a ton of bricks, but at the end of the day, she wanted to get good use out of me and that is exactly what she did.

We found out the test results the next night and she finally confessed that she needed to use me like she’s wanted me to use her so many times before. She loved it and said she’d like to do it more often, regardless of how ashamed it might make me.

Needless to say, our celebration sex was much needed and very different than the night before…

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