The Slave Costume My Wife Had Prepared for Me

Friday was dragging on unbearably slowly. Since midmorning I hadn’t been able to get Mariela’s message to my phone out of my head, two lines I had been rereading since coffee break.

Make sure you’re home on time today, because there’s a surprise waiting for you… one you’ll like…

What the hell did that mean? Mariela was all about surprises, but the tone, the mischief hidden in those ellipses, had me worked up from the first line. I tried to keep my expectations down so I wouldn’t be disappointed, and even so I couldn’t manage it. I’m a man with appetites that are hard to tame, and my wife is the target of almost all of them.

When quitting time finally came, I practically ran out of the office. I dodged two coworkers who wanted to drag me out for a drink and took the stairs to the parking garage two at a time. The drive home felt endless; every red light was a little torture. I parked however I could in front of the building and went up without waiting for the elevator.

I opened the door with my key and was met by a strange, heavy silence, as if the whole house were holding its breath.

—Mariela? —I called, my voice rougher than I expected.

There was no immediate answer. Instead, from the back of the hallway, a solemn, unmistakable piece of music began to play: the imperial march from that old galactic saga I’d seen a hundred times, the one she always teased me about knowing by heart. It played with such over-the-top gravity that it made me grin from ear to ear. This woman knows me way too well.

I followed the sound with my heart thumping against my ribs, all the way to the bedroom. The door was ajar and the music, now louder, invited me in. I pushed it open slowly, holding my breath.

And then I saw her.

Mariela was lying on her side on the bed, propped on one elbow, looking at me with a mixture of shyness and a mischievous spark in her eyes. She was wearing a captive princess costume, the one from the enslaved heroine in the latest film in the saga, and it left me breathless. Her pale skin contrasted with the tiny amount of fabric covering her. The gold metallic bra, made of rigid plastic, barely contained her small breasts, which spilled over the edges. A thin chain circled her throat like an invitation to be controlled, and another fell between her breasts and disappeared into the lower piece. The panties, also gold and metallic, fit her round ass, leaving the curve of her buttocks exposed.

From her hips came little chains that disappeared into the folds of the sheet. A veil of sheer gauze, the same golden hue, covered her legs halfway, but it was so ethereal it revealed more than it hid. Her dark mane fell across the pillow like a waterfall, framing her face, and gold bracelets at her wrists completed the look, giving her the air of a prisoner goddess.

I stood frozen in the doorway, mouth slightly open. The music ended and left behind a silence crackling with electricity.

—Fuck, Mariela… —I managed to stammer—. What the hell did you do?

She smiled, trying to look demure without being able to hide her arousal.

—Hi, my love… Do you like the surprise? With carnival coming up, I thought you might want to meet me in my slave princess mode.

I moved toward the bed like an automaton, my eyes fixed on her, devouring her.

—If I like it? You’re good enough to eat right now, here, in every position there is. You’re a goddess.

I knelt at the edge of the mattress. Mariela blushed, but the spark in her eyes grew brighter.

—Easy, don’t be so impatient —she said, pretending to be offended, though her voice trembled—. Don’t end up finishing before you even touch me.

I laughed, a deep laugh thick with desire, as I reached out to caress the bare leg peeking out beneath the veil.

—Impatient? With what you’ve got on, princess? You look like you stepped out of a fantasy. That perfect ass, those breasts… I want all of them.

She laughed and then let out a soft moan when my fingers brushed the inside of her thigh, very close to the gold panties.

—Not so fast, Marcos. I wanted you to enjoy it, to look at me for a little first.

—Look at you? —I growled, moving closer, kneeling fully in front of her—. I’m going to look at you, yes, but I’m also going to taste, lick, and suck you until your knees buckle. You’re incredible.

Mariela shrank a little under my gaze, without pulling away. Her breathing had become ragged and the nipples, small and pink, had hardened beneath the metal.

—Don’t say things like that… —she murmured, but it sounded more like a plea than an objection. The modesty she was trying to show was a very thin mask over the hunger running through her.

I ignored her. I slowly slid my hand up her belly, feeling the heat of her skin and the slight tremor of her body. I stopped at the edge of the bra, my fingers against the cold metal.

—And what’s this? —I said, my voice low—. A cage for these two jewels? —With my thumb I gently pushed at the base of one cup and the breast lifted a little more, exposing a larger patch of areola. She gasped.

—Marcos! —she protested, but her body arched toward my hand.

—What? You like being touched, princess? You’re my prisoner, right? —I lowered my head and my beard brushed her thigh, sending a shiver through her. I brought my lips to the edge of her panties and inhaled deeply: her usual scent mixed with a warmer, more intense aroma that drove me wild.

—You’re soaking wet, Mariela —I murmured against her skin—. Have you been waiting for me like this all day?

***

She didn’t answer with words. She picked up the phone from the nightstand and changed the song to something slower, deeper. Then she sat up and got on all fours, her ass pointed toward me, and began to sway to the music. She stood on the bed and danced like a club dancer, her slender body and subtle curves moving without hurry. She looked straight at me and caressed her breasts and thighs with an expression full of lust.

—I’m your slave… all yours —she said.

She put a finger to her mouth and slowly sucked it, never stopping moving. Then she leaned toward me and ran her breasts over my face, brushing my skin with the warm metal. She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and bit her lower lip. The modest pose from the beginning was falling apart in pieces.

She took off the top part of the costume, slowly, and repeated the gesture over my face.

—Marcos, please… I’m getting really hot.

—That’s the idea —I said—. So am I.

I slid the tip of my tongue over where the edge of the metal had been, licking the skin now left exposed. Mariela moaned, a guttural sound that made me tremble. I didn’t stop: I traced the contour of her breast, tasting the salt of her skin millimeter by millimeter, while my fingers down below slipped under the edge of her panties, searching for her sex.

—Oh, Marcos! —she cried out, arching violently. My fingers had found the wetness, the clit already swollen beneath the fabric.

—You like it when I touch you there? —I purred, my fingers brushing, pressing, not going inside yet, only setting her on fire from the outside.

She opened her eyes, her gaze clouded with desire.

—Yes… yes, I love it. Make me beg for more.

I smiled. I lifted myself a little to cover her body with mine and lowered my mouth, not to her lips, but to her neck, licking the gold chain circling her throat. I moved down her shoulder, down her pale skin, until I reached her breasts.

—What a hard nipple you’ve got —I murmured. I circled it with my tongue, sucked it gently and then harder, while my other hand kept working between her legs through the fabric.

Mariela writhed beneath me, her hips pushing upward in search of more contact.

—More! Suck me, please —she begged, her voice reduced to a thread.

I obeyed. I increased the intensity, lightly nipping at the nipple, tugging it with my lips, while my fingers danced at the center. The sound of my mouth on her skin mixed with her moans, getting louder and louder until they filled the whole room.

—I’m going to come! Just from this I’m going to come! —she panted, her thighs shaking.

—That’s what I want —I said against her skin—. I want you to come for me. —I lifted my head for a second to see her face contorted with pleasure. There was no trace of shyness left in her eyes, only pure lust. I went back to the other breast with the same devotion and my fingers kept torturing her patiently.

She couldn’t take it anymore. A muffled scream slipped from her lips, her body went rigid all over, her hips lifted in one last spasm, and the wave washed over her, leaving her trembling and weak.

***

I watched her, satisfied. Her skin was flushed, her breathing ragged, her eyes half-closed.

—See how you came? —I said—. And this is just the beginning, my princess. Now, what do you want us to do?

Mariela was still panting, her body shaken by the recent orgasm. She opened her eyes and her bitten, swollen lower lip trembled.

—I want to feel you inside me —she said, her trembling hands taking my hips and guiding them toward her sex, which was throbbing and crying out for it—. But first… let me.

I unbuttoned my pants with such speed it almost scared me. Mariela grabbed my cock, hard as a rock, and began stroking it while looking me straight in the eyes.

—Slave —I said, entering the game—, I order you to suck.

She smiled, stuck out her tongue and began giving the tip slow licks.

—Don’t make me suffer —I insisted.

With a naughty smile, and without using her hands, she took it all into her mouth. She held it there for a few seconds, her lips pressed against the base, and then slowly took it out, trailing a strand of saliva. She went down to lick my testicles and then, gripping the base with two fingers, gave me a quick, deep blowjob that tore moan after moan out of me.

—You do that so well —I said with difficulty—. Keep this up and I’ll finish in your mouth.

She stopped and tapped the head gently against her breasts.

—I’m all yours. Do whatever you want with me.

—Now it’s my turn.

I kissed her deeply and guided her softly back to her slit, but not for long: she was already on the edge, and so was I.

—Please, Marcos —she panted—. I’m dying to feel you.

I ripped off my pants and underwear in one yank. I positioned myself between her legs, which opened wide in an invitation impossible to refuse. The gold panties had shifted with all the movement and left her sex almost completely exposed, shiny and wet.

—So you’re dying, huh? —I said, rubbing the tip against her entrance and feeling the sticky heat—. Get ready.

—Put it in already, I can’t take it anymore!

With a slow, deliberate thrust I began to penetrate her. Mariela closed her eyes and a deep moan escaped her throat as I made my way inside her.

—You’re so tight —I murmured, advancing centimeter by centimeter, savoring every millimeter of resistance. The metal of the panties jingled with the movement.

—God, that feels so good! —Mariela clutched my back, her nails digging into my skin.

When I was all the way in, she let out a muffled cry of pure pleasure. We stayed still for a moment, feeling the fullness.

—You like the way I fill you? —I whispered.

—I love it. Move, please. Make me yours.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I started slowly, thrusting with restrained force, and then picked up the pace, my hips crashing against hers with a wet, rhythmic sound. Mariela lifted her slender legs and wrapped them around my waist, pushing up to receive every thrust. Her breasts bounced, the chain at her neck moved with every удар.

—You’re so tight —I groaned, my breathing getting more and more ragged. I leaned down to kiss her, a voracious kiss, tongues tangled.

After a few thrusts I turned her carefully.

—Now get into position for me. —Mariela knelt on the bed, supporting herself on her hands and offering me her round ass, temptingly raised. The gold fabric had slid all the way off and left her sex exposed, red and wet.

I moved behind her, brushing her buttocks before finding the entrance. In that position the penetration was deeper, more animal.

—Yes! Like that! Harder! —she panted, almost shouting, moving with me, pushing back with every thrust.

I held her by the hips, my fingers sinking into her skin, and drove into her with renewed force. The collision of skin against skin, her moans, my grunts, filled the room. The gauze veil had tangled between her legs, the costume was almost undone, but neither of us cared.

I took the chain around her neck in one hand and pulled lightly, carefully, without stopping. Mariela moaned and arched her back.

—I’m all yours —she said.

I increased the pace, hitting the deepest point with every thrust. I could feel her tightening beneath me, her muscles contracting around me.

—Come on, come for me, princess.

One last deep thrust and Mariela let out a long scream, her body trembling from head to toe as a second orgasm shook her. Her knees buckled and I held her up, thrusting into her a couple more times, feeling her clamp down around me in spasmodic contractions.

She collapsed onto the mattress and I fell on top of her, without pulling out. I kept moving for a few more seconds, completely out of control, until with one final grunt I exploded inside her, filling her with heat. I sprawled over her back, both of us sticky and sweaty, our ragged breathing filling the silence that followed the storm.

We stayed like that for a while, me still inside her, feeling the heat of her body. The princess costume was completely askew, the chains tangled, and even so Mariela had never seemed more beautiful to me.

—You’re the best —I panted, my voice soft now, full of satisfaction—. What a surprise you gave me.

She turned to look at me, a tired but happy smile on her lips.

—I told you you’d like it —she said—. But treat me a little better next time, because you make me feel too good.

I laughed, a rough, satisfied sound. I gave her one last kiss on the neck before pulling out of her.

—Whatever you say, my princess. Today you showed me everything you’re capable of, and I love it. I’ll put together the next surprise… —I left the sentence hanging in the air, held there like a promise.