Unexpected Top(6)
“What are these chores and the rewards?”
Cissy anticipated he’d ask this, and she had a few examples ready to go. “Well, you mow the lawn when you’re supposed to, but you leave grass clippings all over the sidewalk and hardly ever weed whack. So if you mow and weed whack, then clean up after yourself, I’ll suck that cock.”
Len’s eyes widened and she grinned inwardly. Maybe these women were onto something. “You’ll blow me if I do yard work?” He sounded incredulous, and she could see his throat working as he swallowed.
“Yep. If you do the dishes, including emptying the dishwasher, refilling it, running it, cleaning the pots and pans by hand and wiping down all the surfaces, I’ll give you a hand job.”
“Every day?” His voice broke on the last word.
God, men are so freaking easy. She could get him to do the chores and fulfill this newfound want. No doubt after she started stroking him he’d want to have sex, which sounded like a win-win situation to her.
“Every day.”
“So, wait a minute, let me make sure I understand. If I do the dishes every day like you said you’ll give me a hand job?”
“If you do them to my satisfaction, yes.”
“Well, shit.”
“Oh that’s one thing. If you swear more than twice a day within my hearing, any rewards are null and void. I really hate your potty mouth and I’ll take away rewards for it.”
Amazingly, he appeared to take the possibility of losing a reward in stride and she let out a relieved breath.
“Let me make sure I understand. Even if I do all this yard work, but then swear, you won’t give me my reward?”
“Correct.”
Len appeared to think about it for a moment and Cissy swore her heart stopped. Then, he nodded with a small smile, obviously feeling confident. That was fine, as long as he did what she asked of him. “Okay. I can live with this deal. Where’s the list?”
He sounded like a kid asking for his Christmas list and it was difficult not to roll her eyes. “I’ll make it tomorrow and put it up on the fridge, along with the associated rewards.”
Len grinned. “I can’t wait to figure how I can get my dick sucked every day.”
Little does he know…
Chapter Two
Cissy spent a couple of hours the next day concocting The List, as Len had referred to it that morning. She didn’t put every chore in the house on it. That wouldn’t be fair. All she wanted was for Len to start doing his share, not all of it. So on went the daily, never-ending chores like dishes, as well as a few chores that were hard on her, like cleaning the bathrooms, since she was asthmatic. As she finished and put it up, Cissy wondered how Len would take it, and how he’d feel once he found out the rewards would be harder and harder to get as she placed more rules and restrictions on him.
After she finished The List, Cissy took some time to do more research into this whole control thing, and found an interesting definition—Service Top. A Service Top was someone who only topped when it benefitted both the top and the bottom, or the dominant and the submissive. Even though at times the idea of tanning Len’s hide appealed to her, and she was doing this for both of them, she didn’t consider herself a hardcore, natural Domme.
She was more like a switch, she supposed, someone who could top or bottom depending on the situation. The term Service Top seemed to have some negative connotations in the BDSM world, but what did it matter if it worked for her and Len? The way she looked at it, her being a Service Top meant she “topped” Len for both her own purposes and to fulfill a need she suspected he had after recent events, even if he hadn’t recognized it yet.
There was also an entire lifestyle they called “Female-led Relationship” or FLR, which sounded a lot like what Cissy wanted. Basically, it revolved around one person being in charge—in this case, the female, obviously, and making some form of rules that the male agreed to abide by. There was a system of rewards and punishments that varied from couple to couple. Many reported their marriages were saved when the man agreed or asked his wife to engage in an FLR. It was worth a try.
Cissy definitely didn’t want Len to be her slave, or call her Mistress or anything like that. He didn’t need to lick her pussy three times a day, though wouldn’t that be something, or wear a dog collar like she’d seen in some of the videos online. She didn’t want to emasculate him, and she didn’t think he yearned to be emasculated or humiliated like some of these male submissives online did. There wasn’t anything wrong with that. Who was she to judge? But overall, Cissy just wanted him to start respecting her and their marriage.