My Husband, My Slave - S01 E03

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My Husband, My Slave - S01 E03

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"I'm nothing but your servant now," he complained between gasps and sobs.

"Don't flatter yourself, John. Servants have an honorable job; they eam honest wages. They also make important decisions. You eam nothing and you haven't made a decent decision in months. No, John you're not my servant. You're my slave." The words hit him like a sledgehammer. "I'm sure that's a shock, but it's the only way to save us and our marriage.

"I have to work for the rest of the week, but I'm going to take the next three weeks off so I can train you. I'm going to break you, John and when I'm done you'll truly be my slave. You'll follow every command and you'll never hesitate or refuse me no matter how difficult or odious the task. I'm going to fuck you-fuck your ass- among other things just to prove that can do anything I want to you. Now, I'm going to give you an opportunity to make your final decision. If you wish will release your cock and balls and you can go on your way. You and I will be done finished forever. I won't give you any money other than what's in your wallet, but, eventually, you will get a portion of our property. However, I'll see to it that the divorce will take more than a year to finalize. I'm going to get another glass of wine. Sit here on the floor and think. I'll expect your decision when I return."

It was all could do not to laugh in the kitchen. Either way I'd be the winner, but fully expected John to stay to accept being my slave. It was the first critical step in securing our future. I took a few extra minutes just to make him sweat. He was still seated on the floor when I returned to the couch, "Well?”

He gasped more than spoke, "You know couldn't live without you. I really don't have a choice, do I? I'll stay."

"And? Go ahead and say it, John. Tell me what you'll be."

"I'll...I'll be...be..your...slave." I leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

"Very good, John; now want to give you a few rules. Most Importantly, only you and will know that you're my slave. I have no plans to humiliate you publicly or in front of our families. That would embarrass me, too. Outsiders will see you as my extremely devoted and attentive husband, a man who has decided to stay home and take care of our house and yard, and eventually our family. I already told you that you will do whatever tell you. Initially, I will deny you orgasms to help you learn to obey. In time we will resume our regular schedule of sex. However, there will be one change and it will be a big one. I will cuckold you. Do not be concerned. I need to have something big in me and I'm tired of concerned. I need to have something big in me and I'm tired of using a cold dildo. I need something hard and hot. It will never be love, only sex, and never will I allow any partner to spend the night. Only you will share my bed. I will expect you to clean me once I'm done and in time I'll have you clean my partner, too.

"Come closer and sit between my legs. This will be your special place between my legs where you can tongue my pussy on demand. You may lean your head against my thigh, but you are not to lick me without permission. You'll also take my urine and drink it. I think we can start that now. This wine has had an effect on me. Follow me to the bathroom. You'll crawl until your training is over. Come along now." I rose and walked deliberately to the bedroom. John was almost twenty feet behind me. I wasn't pleased when he finally reached the bedroom. "You will keep pace with me in the future. I'm going to add five strokes to tomorrow's punishment. Now you can help me out of my clothes."

Three minutes later I led John into the shower stall. He crawled like a dog heeling by my side. "Sit right here in the center so I can straddle your head. I expect you to miss a lot at first, but also expect you to make a sincere effort. If not you can expect additional punishment. We will do this first thing in the morning and whenever I feel like going, even if wake up in the middle of the night. It's an important part of a slave's duties-of your duties- just like giving me orgasms."

I learned down to kiss John's cheek once he was in position. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth and I pulled it to my cunt. I let go and the rich amber liquid flowed into his mouth. He gagged a few times, but managed to swallow more than half. I turned on the water and pulled him up, handing him the soap and telling him to wash my body. In time he'd wash and blow dry my hair and even do my finger and toenails. I stepped out and a minute later John had dried me and brought my robe.

"Crawl behind me, John. We need to go to the basement. I have work for you there." Once there I had John drill two holes in the steel I-beam that formed the major support for the house. I placed a short length of chain in a U-bolt, pushed both ends through the holes and John attached the washers and wrenched the nuts down tight. A second was placed exactly eight feet away. Then, using the special concrete bit I'd bought, two screw anchors were sunk into the floor beneath each of the U-bolts. Heavy-duty eye bolts, each with its own chain were socked tightly into the anchors, locking them in place.

"Stand between the chains, John." I fitted strong leather wrist and ankle cuffs to his body then locked him tightly into place, his arms and legs stretched almost to the breaking point. "Get used to being here, John. This is where I'll discipline you and if anyone needs discipline it's you. So far I've only used your belt, but once I begin your formal training you'll get the cane and the crop, as well. I'll be very hard on you, John-especially at first-but it's for your benefit. The faster break you the easier it will be on you in the long run. You can stay here while I get a bite to eat. Then I'll start to condition you." I kissed him passionately on the mouth. He responded, but he was shaking like a leaf.

I knew that John would break quickly. He couldn't stand even the slightest pain. He put up a huge fuss last year when I took a splinter from his finger, shrieking and crying, even shaking before I removed the one-eighth of an inch sliver. I couldn't wait until he tasted the cane.

I made myself a sandwich, eating it in the living room with a cup of tea. Once was done I made another, cutting it into tiny pieces. I carried it on a paper plate into the basement. "This is how you will eat from now on, John. You'll sit in your place between my legs and I'll feed you-bit by bit-when feel like it and only as much as I feel appropriate. Obviously, you will eat normally when in the company of others." I placed a bit of sandwich between his lips. He ate it eagerly. I gave him sips of water, releasing him once he was done.