Martha and David, A Couple Part 1 of 2 by Doc

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"Now?  Or later?" asked David with a bit of a whine in his voice.

Martha didn't like the tone of voice.  She'd have to work on that...

"When you finish your coffee, Dave."

"I just finished it..." he replied.  Martha glared.  She then said, "Well, why are you still here, then?"  Dave quickly got up.  Martha relaxed and allowed herself a grin as he headed down the hall to the master bedroom suite.  'Goodie,' she thought.  Some women would have thought, 'A typical guy, etc, etc.' but Martha didn't fall into that category of woman.  To her each male was special.  And she picked this one.  He was hers.  And nothing about him was typical.  She wouldn't allow that.  She demanded 'special' -- and she got it.  She got it because she wouldn't allow anything to get in the way of what she wanted.

Martha considered the fact that David hadn't said a word when she'd let him know she expected him to go to the bedroom.  He was making progress -- or more accurately, she was making progress.

Martha didn't want a man who had no opinions, will, ambition, or drives.  On the contrary!  She wanted -- very simply -- to have a complete man, but.... to ultimately use all those qualities.  And she would give him purpose in exchange for him being useful.  It was a perfectly businesslike relationship.  And it had taken a long time to find someone like Dave, a man who had lots of great qualities, but lacked a focus.  And Martha rather liked being that focus.

"Dave," she shouted down the hallway.  "After you take that shower, I want to find you in the closet.  You know exactly what I mean."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Martha smiled.  He wasn't a robot, but he knew the occasional use of that old-fashioned word 'ma'am' let HER know that HE understood 'the relationship' they both held dear.

She led, he followed, and while he was to do the supposed 'hard work' while she did the management (which they jokingly called 'the easy job') it was all indeed a joke.  Controlling Dave was no walk in the park; it was more like training a wild horse.

Martha sipped her coffee slowly.  No rush.  His job was to be patient.  Hers was.... well, really she didn't have a job.  Martha chuckled. 'I love this relationship,' she thought, mentally getting a teensy-weensy surge of pleasure.

Martha was wearing her silk robe.  She enjoyed the feel of the fabric.  Under the robe she wore a pair of lace panties, and a matching bra -- a very expensive but very flattering outfit, she thought.  They were a set with the robe.  Martha got up, walked down the hallway, and entered the bedroom.  The closet door was closed and no light came out from under the door.  Dave was undoubtedly in there since she didn't see him either in her bed or in the bathroom.  She smiled.

"Are you facing the wall, in there," she asked.  A muffled voice simply said, "Yes, I am."

"Good!  I'll call for you when I need you."  She rather liked the idea of leaving her boy-toy parked in a dark closet... on call.

She peeked under the bed and pulled out an aluminum case. It contained her other toys: a Hitachi wand, a short crop, a paddle, a thin cane, some fleece-lined cuffs, a set of clover clamps, and seven or eight other items.  She never had wanted an extensive collection of 'tools'.  Her attitude was that these things were simply 'force-multipliers' and that how she used them was the point.  Her imagination and her audacity were critical -- and all the paraphernalia were subordinate.

In a strange way, that was exactly how she thought of Dave.  It gave her the shivers... in a good way.

Most of Martha's friends had no idea as to how she approached her 'relationship' with Dave.  A few suspected she was 'the boss' and not him.  None of them suspected how overpoweringly 'in charge' she really was.  She chuckled to herself.  It was a pity she couldn't afford to let a few of them in on the secret.  Martha smiled.  He was her property. And the others would have to find their own ways of satisfying their sundry needs.  'Not my problem,' she thought with a grin.

"Ma'am," came a voice from the closet. "Do you need anything."

Martha reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a control unit.  She punched a button. Out of the closet came a yelp.

"Yes, Dave!  I need you to shut the fuck up unless spoken to!"  Now THAT was a rush!  Martha didn't know which was better: that he'd asked -- out of turn -- if she needed anything, or the fact that it had given her an excuse to be a bitch and shock his privates.  Both were very, very hot!

'I'm so glad he's not a wimp,' she thought. 'His bad behavior is such a great excuse for me to be cruel, selfish, and just plain bad',' she thought.  'What good is a doormat.  I like them feisty!"

Martha decided she could use a few moments of stimulation and she pulled out the Hitachi wand.  Now there was a question of HER own self-discipline and self-control.... It would be so easy to just keep on going and forget about Dave, letting the electrical device carry her to fulfillment.  Boring!!  Much more fun to keep the Hitachi as a supporting actor in a play where Dave would be near the top of the playbill.  (Martha knew that she would never let anyone be at the top of the playbill except herself. Me! Me! Me!)

"Dave, I'm playing with your rival.  He's a good fuck. How does that make you feel, Dave?".  Martha expected a reply.

"It makes me feel a bit insecure, ma'am.  I want to be the only thing that turns you on."

"Fucking fat chance, Dave!" she said cruelly.  "But I'll give you the good news.  I'm still planning to use you for the main act.  Hitachi-san is a boring bit actor, and I think you're much more capable of playing second fiddle to me. -- Dave, do you know who's the star in this play."

"You are," came the voice from the closet. Martha hit the button on the control unit -- just for the hell of it.  'Why not?,' she thought. 'It's fun to keep him off balance.'

"Did I say something wrong, Miss Martha?"

"No, I was just testing the control unit.  You aren't saying I don't have the right to just give you a random jolt for my own amusement, are you, Dave?"  She waited to see what he would say.

"No, ma'am... but.... if you want me to be rebellious, I'm feeling a lot of conflicting emotions, right now."

Martha was delighted!  She was pissing him off by being totally unpredictable.  Dave liked to know where he stood.  She liked it that he wasn't getting any pussy -- or any feeling of control over her whims.

'I've got him where I want to keep him.'  She smiled an angelic smile.  And she would use that smile to good effect later.

Martha let a few minutes go by.  She wondered if he was worried about the silence. 'I hope so.'  It was all she could do to keep from giggling out loud.

"Dave, I want you to come out of the closet now and to kneel at the foot of the bed."

Out came her husband.

TO BE CONTINUED.....