Wednesday. Every Wednesday. Face it, it's the middle of the week, everyone's tired and we still have two more days to go until the weekend. That's when Christina and I decided that we needed something to look forward to besides they fact that, well, it's Wednesday. And...Power Wednesdays was born.
I'm Dan. Christina and I have been together for 10 years. We discovered about five years ago that we both like power. Losing it. Having it. Absolutely. That feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when someone else is in charge and you are the willing servant, ready to obey, wherever the road takes you. Its alter-ego is just as powerful. You have the control, you have a willing submissive who will execute your plan on command. We trade places, every week, on Wednesday. Yesterday, she ruled. This is what happened.
It started out with a text I received from Christina at 4:37. She plays cards with her girlfriends once a month. They take turns hosting and this month, as luck would have it, everyone was coming to our house tonight at 7:00. That was two hours and twenty three minutes away.
C: You know I rule tonight, right?
D: Yup. Cards still on at our house?
C: Yes. And, you get to serve us!!!!!
D: I guess this means I'm not going for a run?
C: That's exactly what that means. Be home by 7:00 sharp.
D: k
I just sat there in my office. This was a first. I figured she'd dream up something crazy for us after her friends left. I have seriously never been at home during one of these get-togethers. I wondered if they really played cards or if they just drank and talked about how crazy their husbands and boyfriends were. I guess I'd find out soon enough.
I drove in the driveway at exactly 7:00. I was relieved that "the bin" was no where I sight when I pulled up. The bin, the infamous bin... So, a little back story. About a month into Power Wednesdays, I invented the bin program. It's a blue storage bin you can get from any Target or Wal-Mart and it serves as the clothes depository. If you're the servant on Power Wednesday and you see the bin, you get naked and put all your clothes in the bin...wherever the bin is. And, if there is anything in the bin, you get the honor of wearing whatever that is until you're told to take it off. Easy enough, right?
The inaugural use of the bin was when Christina was my faithful servant one Wednesday. I placed the bin inside the front door with a note that said, "Everything goes in here. Everything." A few minutes after she got home from work that day, she was wearing only a smile and had the hardest nipples I'd ever seen. The bin has made its rounds, including our front porch, outside by the pool and even the time I placed it out by our mailbox. I sat inside and stroked my cock while I watched her get completely naked in broad daylight and scurry in the house. It was excellent. She payed me back the following week by driving to my office, opening my car, and placing the bin on the passenger seat. I seriously drove home completely naked, not even shoes! I walked in the door absolutely naked and incredibly hard, I think I came as soon as she touched my cock. Yes, I am that much of an exhibitionist. More on that later...