The Slave-Girl Costume My Wife Had Prepared for Me

Friday dragged by with unbearable slowness. Since midmorning I couldn’t get the message Mariela had sent to my phone out of my head, two lines I’d been rereading since coffee break.

Come home on time today—I’ve got a surprise waiting for you, the kind you like…

What the hell did that mean? Mariela loved surprises, but the tone, the mischief hidden in those ellipses, had me turned on from the very first line. I tried to lower my expectations so I wouldn’t end up disappointed, but I couldn’t manage it. I’m a man with appetites that are difficult to tame, and my wife is the target of nearly all of them.

When quitting time finally arrived, I practically ran out of the office. I dodged two coworkers who wanted to drag me out for a drink and descended to the parking garage two steps at a time. The drive home felt endless; every red light was a small torture. I parked carelessly in front of the building and went upstairs without waiting for the elevator.

I opened the door with my key and was greeted by a strange, charged silence, as though the entire house were holding its breath.

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

There was no immediate answer. Instead, from the end of the hallway came solemn, recognizable music: the Imperial March from that old space saga I’d seen a thousand times, the one she was always teasing me about knowing by heart. It played with such exaggerated gravity that it drew a huge grin from me. This woman knows me far too well.

I followed the sound, my heart pounding against my ribs, until I reached the bedroom. The door stood ajar, and the music, louder now, invited me inside. I pushed it open slowly, holding my breath.

And then I saw her.

Mariela was lying on her side across the bed, propped up 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 worn by the chained heroine in the saga’s latest movie, and it left me breathless. Her fair skin contrasted with the tiny amount of fabric covering her. The rigid, plastic golden metal bra barely contained her small breasts, which peeked over the edges. A thin chain encircled her throat like an invitation to be controlled, while another fell between her breasts and disappeared into the lower piece. The golden, metallic panties clung to her round ass, leaving the curve of her buttocks exposed.

Little chains extended from her hips and vanished into the folds of the sheets. A transparent gauze veil in the same golden shade half-covered her legs, but it was so ethereal that it revealed more than it concealed. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow like a waterfall, framing her face, and golden bracelets around her wrists completed the ensemble, giving her the air of a captive goddess.

I stood frozen in the doorway, mouth slightly open. The music ended, leaving behind a silence charged with electricity.

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

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

—Hi, my love… Do you like the surprise? Since Carnival is coming, I thought you might like to meet me in my slave-princess persona.

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

—Do I like it? You look good enough to eat right now, right here, in every position that exists. You’re a goddess.

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

—Slow down, don’t be so eager —she said, pretending to be offended, although her voice trembled—. You might end up coming before you even touch me.

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

—Eager? With what you’re wearing, princess? You look like you stepped out of a fantasy. That perfect ass, those breasts… I want all of them.

She laughed, then moaned softly when my fingers brushed the inside of her thigh, very close to the golden panties.

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

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

Mariela drew in slightly beneath my gaze without pulling away. Her breathing had grown ragged, and her small pink nipples 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 display was only a very thin mask over the desire coursing through her.

I ignored her. I slid my hand slowly up her belly, feeling the warmth of her skin and the slight trembling 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 pressed the base of one of the cups, and her breast lifted a little higher, revealing more of the areola. She let out a gasp.

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

—What? You like me touching you, princess? You’re my prisoner, aren’t you? —I lowered my head, my beard brushing her thigh and sending a shiver through her. I brought my lips to the edge of her panties and inhaled deeply: her familiar perfume mixed with a warmer, more intense scent that drove me crazy.

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

***

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

—I’m your slave… all yours —she said.

She brought a finger to her mouth and sucked it very slowly, never stopping her movements. 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 demure pose from the beginning was falling to pieces.

She slowly removed the top piece of the costume and repeated the gesture over my face.

—Marcos, please… I’m getting so horny.

—That’s the idea —I said—. Me too.

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

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

—Do you like me touching you there? —I purred, my fingers brushing and pressing without penetrating yet, only exciting her 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 rose slightly to cover her body with mine and lowered my mouth—not to her lips, but to her neck, licking the golden chain encircling her throat. I descended along her shoulder and pale skin until I reached her breasts.

—What a hard nipple you have —I murmured. I circled it with my tongue, sucked it gently, then with greater force, while my other hand kept working between her legs through the fabric.

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

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

I obeyed. I increased the intensity, barely nibbling her nipple and tugging at it with my lips while my fingers danced over her center. The sound of my mouth against her skin mingled with her moans, growing louder and louder until they filled the entire room.

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

—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 returned to her other breast with the same devotion, my fingers continuing to torment her patiently.

She couldn’t hold out any longer. A muffled cry escaped her lips, her entire body tensed, her hips rose in one final spasm, and the wave flooded through her, leaving her trembling and weak.

***

I watched her with satisfaction. Her skin was flushed, her breathing labored, her eyes half-closed.

—Did you see how you came? —I said—. And this is only 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 throbbed and cried out for me—. But first… let me do it for you.

I unbuttoned my pants with a speed that almost frightened me. Mariela grasped my cock, hard as a rock, and began stroking it while looking directly into my eyes.

—Slave —I said, entering into 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 mischievous smile, and without using her hands, she took the whole thing into her mouth. She held it there for a few seconds, her lips tight against the base, then drew it out slowly, trailing a strand of saliva. She lowered herself to lick my balls and then, holding me at the base with two fingers, gave me a fast, deep blowjob that drew groan after groan from me.

—You do that so well —I said with difficulty—. If you keep going like that, I’ll come in your mouth.

She stopped and tapped my cock lightly 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 gently back to her crotch, 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 pulled off my pants and underwear in one motion. I positioned myself between her legs, which spread wide in an invitation impossible to refuse. The golden panties had shifted with all the movement, leaving 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 me now, 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 opened her and made my way inside.

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

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

When I was fully inside her, she let out a muffled cry of pure pleasure. We remained still for a moment, feeling the fullness.

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

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

I didn’t make her ask twice. I started slowly, thrusting with restrained force, then gradually quickened the pace, my hips colliding with hers with a wet, rhythmic sound. Mariela raised her slender legs and wrapped them around my waist, thrusting upward to meet every stroke. Her breasts bounced, the chain around her neck moving with every impact.

—You’re so tight —I groaned, my breathing growing more ragged. I leaned down to kiss her, a ravenous kiss, our tongues tangled together.

After a few thrusts, I carefully turned her over.

—Now get into this position for me. —Mariela knelt on the bed, bracing herself on her hands and offering me her round ass, raised temptingly. The golden fabric had slipped completely away, leaving her sex exposed, red and wet.

I positioned myself behind her, brushing her buttocks before finding her entrance. In that position, the penetration was deeper, more animalistic.

—Yes! Like that! Harder! —she panted, almost shouting, moving with me and thrusting backward with every stroke.

I held her by the hips, my fingers sinking into her skin, and thrust into her with renewed force. The slap of skin against skin, her moans, and my growls filled the room. The gauze veil had tangled between her legs, the costume nearly destroyed, but neither of us cared.

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

—I’m all yours —she said.

I increased the pace, striking deep with every thrust. I could feel her tensing beneath me, her muscles contracting around me.

—Come on, come for me, princess.

One last deep thrust, and Mariela let out a long cry, her body trembling from head to toe as a second orgasm shook her. Her knees gave way, and I held her up, thrusting a couple more times as I felt her close around me in spasmodic contractions.

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

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

—You’re the best —I panted, my voice soft now and 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 hoarse, 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 doing, and I love it. I’ll arrange the next surprise myself… —I left the sentence hanging, suspended like a promise.