Ron came home from work as usual, expecting to find Lynn already at home.  There
was a message on the answering machine saying that she would be a little late
because she had to stop at the mall.  Sitting down on the couch he spotted a note
beside the remote.

"She must have forgot her shopping list." he said aloud.   A quick scan of the
note perked him up after a hard day at work.  "Looks like I'm in for a treat".  A
complete new wardrobe was listed from the inside out.

She arrived a few minutes later, looking as great as ever, with some Chinese food
in hand and an armload of shopping bags. "I'm famished. What a day!" "Just a
minute there!  This isn't for you, you're on a diet." "How about next week, OK? 
I'm dying here." he pleaded. "I've got something else planned for you this
evening.  Are you game?" He was quick to agree knowing that the items on the
shopping list were probably an integral part of the plan. "Would you like to eat
me out?  Pussies are on this diet" "Yes please!" he implored. "No, not yet. 
Let's try something a little different this time. Take off your clothes."

While he started to undress, she set the table for her dinner. She pulled out the
chair to sit down and pointed to the space under the table. "Get under there if
you want to eat anything tonight." "What?  You're not serious?  I thought we were
going to make love?" "I am serious." Ron sheepishly got down on his hands and
knees and made his way under the table. "Now turn around and face my chair." she
said as she prepared to sit down.

She slowly inched her chair in closer to the table and her waiting husband
underneath.  When there was no way for him to get out easily, she spread her legs
and propped her feet up on the other chairs.  He was amazed to see under her
skirt that she had no panties on at all and a very sexy garter belt to hold up
her stockings. Lynn's musky scent was too much for him and he immediately plunged
his tongue into the moist crevice. "NO" she barked, startling him. "It's not your
turn to eat" He backed off so fast that he hit his head on the underside of the
table. "Now move closer to my pussy than that.  I didn't say you couldn't watch."

She moved his head to within a few inches of her moist lips. "Hold still and
don't touch a thing.  You'll be in trouble if you do. So be a good boy while I
eat my dinner" This was driving him crazy.  He was hungry, horny, and naked
underneath the kitchen table.  This dinner seemed to last forever as she would
occasionally adjust her position just to make sure that he was paying attention
and keeping his distance. She put down her knife and fork down signalling the end
of the meal and maybe an end to his discomfort.  She lowered her hand underneath
the table holding a chicken ball. "Would you like this?" she asked peering under
the table and rolling the ball between her fingers. He mumbled something positive
but stayed where he was told so that he wouldn't get in trouble.  She just held
the food between her legs as if to taunt him further.  Her hand moved towards her
pussy and she started to tease her outer lips with the food.  Gradually she
parted the folds and moistened the ball with her nectar.  He was speechless.  She
arched her legs apart just a little more and slid the ball into her vagina.  It
was nearly out of sight when she pushed herself back from the table and brought
her legs together. "Maybe we can save that one for later if you can do what
you're told." she said as he swallowed hard. Now stay there for a minute. I'll be
right back." Lynn turned and walked out of the kitchen. He could hear her
rustling through her packages and listened as she pulled something that sounded
metallic from one of the bags. "Close your eyes.  I've got something for you." He
obediently closed them and tried to guess what she was bringing with her to the
kitchen. "Keep them closed if you want anything to eat this evening." She sat
down at the table and rattled something towards him. "Now hold still." The smell
of leather was in the air as Ron felt her wrap something around his neck and
heard the fastening of some sort of a clasp at the back.  He didn't utter a word,
out of shock more than obedience.  A tug on the chain in the direction of the
living room was the clue for him to come out from under the table and stretch his
legs. "You can open your eyes now but stay on all fours.  You're my pet this
evening." He opened his eyes and started following her to the living room at a
pace that kept the chain quite tight as he made efforts to keep up. "Am I the
only one who is going to be naked..." "QUIET" she interrupted.  "From the looks
of your cock, you've got nothing to complain about right now.  Now sit like a dog
but turn around and face the couch." He manoeuvred around carefully as his head
was held in place by the leash.  She kneeled on the couch in front of him and
turned, slowly leaning over the back and arching so that the edge of her skirt
was immediately in front of his face.  She moved the chain of the leash behind
her and threaded it between her legs. "Now my pet, what do animals like to do?"
she asked with a mischievous tone.  "They love to lick asses, don't they?  Since
you can't lick yours, you can lick mine." Holding the leash in one hand, she
reaches around with the other and slowly lifts her skirt just high enough to
expose her cute little asshole.  A quick tug on the leash brings her husband's
face right where she wants it.  Once again the shock of the event paralyses him
for a second. "LICK IT!" she yells as Ron suddenly comes to life.  "All
around....  That's it..." The "pet" finally has the hang of it and she releases
her skirt to fall over his face. "You know where the Chinese food is if you want
it." She keeps a tight reign on the leash as she wriggles her ass to direct him
to the areas that need more attention.  He dutifully attends to her as she rides
his face and tongue, gradually working into her cunt in search of his "meal".  In
just a few minutes she lets out a sharp gasp. Her contracting muscles help his
tongue's efforts in finding the food and after tugging a little tighter on the
leash, her orgasm peaks with a shiver.  Ron dutifully eats the quite juicy
chicken ball as he can literally go nowhere else. "My panties are in my purse. 
Finish your food and go get them" As she releases the leash from her grip. "And
stay on all fours!" She turns around and sits back down on the couch as the pet
heads for the hallway.  He returns with the panties and stops at her feet.  His
cock is quite hard as he has yet to benefit from the fruits of his labour. "I bet
you want to cum real bad." she said as she spread her legs and lifted her skirt.
"Now wipe me clean a bit and we'll see what we can do.  I'll hold your leash so
that you don't forget whose pet you are" He took the panties and carefully
approached her glistening crotch.  He caressed her pussy as if it was a place of
worship, gently drying around her lips and cheeks.  He had already convinced
himself that he had better do this right. "That looks pretty good.  I guess it's
your turn now" she said. "Close your eyes and I'll be right back." She let go of
the leash and headed towards her shopping bag.  He looked rather helpless to her
with his eyes closed, a leash and collar, and her juices still wet on his face. 
His cock still was still hard so she knew he was still in the game. Lynn returned
shortly with a handful of things.  "Keep your eyes closed!" she reminded.  Moving
around behind him, she wrapped a blindfold around his head and tied it securely
behind. "Lay down on your side with your hands behind your back" she ordered.
Once in position, she bound his hands together tightly then rolled him onto his
back.  Ron's hands were right under him so that his cock was thrust upwards into
an even more prominent position.  He was convinced that he was going to get the
ride of a lifetime after all he had done for her this evening.  He jumped as she
grabbed her damp panties and placed them on his cock.  After a slight pause, she
started jerking him furiously.  He was going to be finished in seconds if she was
going to do it this way and she knew it.  As he started to tense, she wrapped the
panties tightly around the head of his penis. "We don't want to make a mess in
the living room do we?  Don't spill anything now!" She just needed a couple more
strokes before he started bucking helplessly on the floor, shooting his fluid
into the panties.  As soon as she felt the warmth, she removed the panties and
her hand from his penis. "You don't want too much of a good thing, do you?  Now
clean my panties for me.  We've both made such a mess of them" He decided to risk
speaking, as it seemed to be all over now. "I can handle a little laundry" he
said. "Can you really?  Say aahhhh." As she pushed the soaked underwear into his
mouth.  "I said no speaking, remember?  This duct tape will stop you from
changing your mind about laundry." He lay motionless as he puzzled over his
situation. The his-and-her juices in the tiny panties were starting to trickle
down the back of his throat.  "How long is she going to leave me like this?"  he
wondered. "You better start sucking if you're going to get those panties clean. 
Now hold still, we're not done with you yet."  She sat down on the floor at his
feet and proceeded to bind them together as well. "You sure look uncomfortable
but your not complaining.  Good boy!"