Monday Morning Hotwife Part 3

Crystal moved naked around the house, sexually frustrated, and discovers she can't resist Mitchell's orders. She and Jonathan begin breaking.

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Crystal wanted to defy Mitchell and get dressed, but why was she unable? He wasn’t around.

She had been sitting at her desk in the living room, naked like he had told her, starting to do paperwork but was so aroused that she slipped a finger over her tits, down her tummy, and into her pussy, probing and touching. But it didn’t satisfy. Her finger was a poor substitute for Mitchell’s cock.

He had denied her. No one had ever denied her.

Her phone vibrated. Selfie.

The request from Mitchell for a selfie to prove she was still naked and to prove that she was following his instructions.

This was the sixth selfie request within the past hour. They came at irregular intervals, like several minutes apart, followed by a few requests in a much shorter time span so she couldn’t sense a pattern and anticipate when the requests would come.

Mitchell’s requests for selfies had to be fulfilled within seconds, he had said. Seconds. If she had been dressed, she wouldn’t have time to undress and send a photo.

She had sent selfies while standing in the kitchen getting a glass of water; sitting at her desk with her bare ass squirming on the cool, wooden chair; selfies while moving laundry to the washing machine and a selfie while peeing on the toilet.

For this selfie request, she spread her legs and leaned back in the chair, showing her tits and hand near her pussy. Click. Sent.

Mitchell’s reply was concise. Good. Excellent. Send it to your husband.

“Fuck this,” groaned Crystal. She didn’t have to do this. She had wanted his cock and felt like demanding it.

But as she thought it through, she was understanding how she looked at the relationship like a sexual high and a way to get off. Mitchell was a puzzle. He could have had sex with her and left but it seemed he wanted more. The denial was painful and yet also exhilarating.

She relented and sent yet another selfie to Jonathon.

Mitchell’s directives were infecting her thoughts and in her rational mind she knew she could tell him no. She wasn’t going to play along.

But that was weird. She couldn’t say, “No.” She kept going along like she was being swept down a river and though she fought the current, she began going with the flow and even enjoying how she was exposing herself physically and emotionally.

She wasn’t smiling in many of her selfies. They were completely candid shots that she had no time to prepare for. They were raw, like her emotions.

Her phone vibrated again with another request from Mitchell. Take a selfie, kneeling, looking up at the camera and tell me how you’re feeling.

Crystal sighed. This was weird but wild in a good way. She tossed a pillow from the sofa onto the floor, knelt, and looked up at the camera. Click. Sent.

How am I feeling, she typed. Thoughts rushed in so fast that she couldn’t straighten them out. I don’t know. A bit odd. Constrained.

Constrained? Like you’re not able to do what you want?

Yes, exactly.

This wasn’t what she expected submission to a Bull Dom to be and yet here she was.

Remember, when your husband comes home let him see you naked and then get dressed as I told you.

Yes, sir. I will.