My Husband, My Slave - S01 E04

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My Husband, My Slave - S01 E04

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

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.

"Upstairs, John...crawl and take your position." I turned away, keeping one eye on John. He followed directions and was in position five minutes later. "I'm keeping those cuffs on you, John. You'll sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed until your training is over. That will give you some additional incentive." I spent the evening reading until John spoke.

I have to go to the bathroom, Sophie."

"First, you'll call me 'Miss Sophie' in private-'Sophie' only in public. Second, as a slave you'll have to learn to control yourself. I, and only I, will decide if and when you use the toilet. Since we're just beginning I will allow it. Come...follow me." led him to the lavatory and pointed. Okay, you'll have to sit with that cage covering your cock. You'll get used to it in time."

"Are you going to watch me?

"Yes, of course-as a slave you will have no right of privacy. Also,

you will raise your hand if you wish to speak and you will speak only when I permit it. I think I'll go again while you're peeing.

Head up and open your mouth." He sat to piss red-faced from embarrassment, but that would pass, and soon. He leaned forward, raised his head, and opened his mouth. I filled it with my cunt. I ran my fingers through John's hair while began to empty my bladder. He did a better job than he had earlier, swallowing almost all while pissing into the bowl. Of course, I didn't have much, having pissed into his mouth only an hour or so earlier.

"Clean me, John. You wouldn't want me to have a dirty puss, would you?" He responded by licking me from asshole to clit several times before burying his tongue in my tunnel. He'd become extremely adept with his tongue over the past three months. I planned to give it plenty of exercise every day for the rest of our lives. John shifted to my clit, sucking it between his teeth and driving me over the edge to the sweet agony of an all-consuming orgasm. I was so weak-kneed I almost fell, but moved back from John and kissing his cheek. He looked up at me, his eyes full of love. "Thank you...Miss Sophie."

I led him to my bedroom, placed him on the floor at the foot of the bed where I fastened his wrist cuffs together behind his back and locked them to the bed frame by a short chain. I put a pillow beneath his head and a blanket over his body. "Good-night, my slave," I said with a quick kiss.

"Good-night, Miss Sophie...and thank you." I kissed his cheek and tumbled into bed finding sleep almost immediately.

Time usually drags before a vacation, but not this time. I worked non-stop from 8:00 in the morning until 6:00 in the evening. John met me every time kneeling by the door, completely naked except for his wrist and ankle cuffs and the ever-present cock cage. My wine was always present on the coffee table. He crawled, heeling like a dog, to my feet.

He removed my stockings and massaged my feet for more than a half hour before serving my dinner, sitting in his place between my legs as I fed him bits and scraps from my fingers. I was sure to give him enough. He would need his strength over the coming weeks to endure the beatings and whippings I had planned for him -the pain that would drive him down to true slavery and complete

obedience. I know this sounds cruel and, maybe it is, but I loved John and ! knew he was on the road to self-destruction. His episode with his

boss and later the strip club were just the most recent examples.

John had run up a tab of more than a thousand dollars in less than

two weeks. I paid it off one evening while John hung from the chains after his caning, his ass red with crisscrossed welts.

"You have John Masters' tab," asked the bartender once I had made my way into the club. God, it was a filthy mess. I refused to even touch the bar.

"Who the hell wants to know?"

"I was just wondering if you actually wanted it paid. John will never be here again. That's a promise. So, tell me are your bosses willing to take a $400 loss?"

"What's that about a loss?" The voice came from behind me. He was fiftyish, bald, short, and more than forty pounds overweight. He wore a suit, but it was just as dirty as the club, just like his unshaven face.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to settle John Masters' debt or write it off. If I walk out of here because of your bartender's surly attitude you'll never see that money."

"Sorry, Ma'am-we don't get many real ladies in here. Gabe, get the tab." He handed it to the manager about a minute later. "Okay, says here he owes $395."

I removed four hundreds from my purse, handing them to him. "I'll have the tab marked 'paid in full, signed and dated." He took one look at me and smirked, but he did pull a pen from his pocket. I walked out once the paper met my demands. I was back home ten minutes later.

Relaxing in the living room with a glass of Merlot I read the newspaper and worked the crossword puzzle. Once I was done I walked down to the basement and released John from his chains He fell to his knees as I crossed to the other side of the open space. "Come here, John...I need to pee." watched with satisfaction as he crawled to me--head down submissively-until he reached me. His mouth went straight to my cunt, opened, and sealed against me. I stood, one hand against the wall for support, as i emptied my bladder into John for what was probably the thirtieth time. He handled it without spilling a drop. "While you're down there you can lick my asshole. I've had an itch there ever since I walked into that sleazy Pink Pussycat."

John looked up, startled at my comment. "Yes, John-I went there to pay your debt. I don't know how you could stand that cesspool. My skin was crawling the entire time I was there. Now about my asshole... John hesitated. I knew had to hurt him even more. He barely grazed it with his tongue. "Back to the chains...you obviously need more conditioning. Do it now, or else."

John was defeated as he crawled back for additional punishment I had him locked in place only a minute later. "I'm going to give you twenty with the cane, John. You need it to learn obedience Remember what I told you? You'll follow my every command without hesitation, no matter how difficult or odious. Licking my asshole was a command. Not only did you hesitate, your performance was pitiful." stepped back and swished the cane through the air. I always did this several times to help intimidate John. It worked, he was bawling before I even began.

I stepped back and swung, the flexible cane whipping into John's left cheek and leaving a horrendous welt. I swung again, marking his cheek just one-half inch above. I continued until his entire cheek was covered in nearly parallel lines-red and raised. I turned around to swing from the other side. I was done two minutes later and so was John. I left him hanging there limply by his wrists while I walked across the basement to a cabinet where I kept a healing salve. I needed to hurt John, but I didn't want to injure him. I thought this might be a good time to try something new- something thought we both needed.

Back to the cabinet I went, returning with a lightweight canvas tote I'd picked up at Walgreens. Reaching in, I removed a clear plastic tube about three inches long by three quarters of an inch in diameter. Smearing Vaseline around his nipple ensured a tight seal diameter. Smearing Vaseline around his nipple ensured a tight seal and when I pulled the trigger several times the air in the tube was expelled. Nature abhors a vacuum so the space was filled by John's swelling nipple. I stopped and waited for a few minutes when it was almost a half inch long and a quarter thick. It was clamped tightly and painfully once removed the pump. Even tugging several times could not remove it.

My attentions moved to the other and five minutes later it, too was firmly clamped. John howled in pain. Now, the best part.