My Husband, My Slave - S01 E08

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My Husband, My Slave - S01 E08

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

"Joseph asked about you, John. He told me that he didn't blackball you. He gave you decent references. Why did you lie to me?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Sophie. I felt like such a failure when I couldn't get another job. I didn't want you to hate me. That's why lied. know I deserve a punishment.

I'll never lie to you again. I'm really sorry that let you down." I knew he was sincere and, more importantly, he was being truthful. He had tears in his eyes throughout his confession.

"I'll never hate you, John. You know that love you and always will. I was going to punish you for lying, but won't because know you were truthful now. I'm not going to tie you up, but I expect you to do exactly as you are told."

"I will obey you, Miss Sophie...always."

"Open, John." I pushed the gooey tampon into his mouth. He sucked Joseph's and my fluids from the absorbent fabric. My cunt was over his mouth when I pulled it out. John knew what to do. He attacked my cunt, licking and scooping everything he could find from my tunnel. I kept him at it for almost ten minutes before retreating. Moving between his legs I removed the key from my neck and unlocked his cock. I barely had to touch it before it was hard as a rock. John was shocked when put it to my pussy.

This would be an experiment. I figured at the time that there was probably an eighty percent chance of failure. If it did would just have to work John even harder. He felt good inside me-even better than Joseph who was much larger-but I loved John. I didn't love Joseph.

We moved together, but I could tell that John was tentative, perhaps afraid due to our new change in status. "You may touch me, John. In fact, I want you to. You will never initiate sex with me. That is my responsibility...just like everything else, but once we begin you may have carte blanche with my body unless I decide to tie you to the bed." took his hands and moved them to my breasts. He began to massage them immediately.

I continued to ride John, driving my clit into him while he repeatedly lifted me from the bed. was shocked when I checked my clock. We had been at it for more than six minutes and John hadn't cum yet. At this point I didn't know the cause. Was it because had been jerking him off so often? Or was it because I hadn't yet hurt him? All I knew was that this was the best sex we'd

ever had. I continued until I began to feel a rumbling in my core.

Tiny tremors emanated from my clit. I was close-so very close. Learning forward I took John's nipples between my nails and pinched for all I was worth. I came on his next thrust and so did he, drowning my cunt with his cream. John was crying when I looked down.

"Thank you, Miss Sophie, that was the most intense experience of my life. It made everything I've gone through worthwhile. I'll gladly go through it all over again if only...." He never finished that sentence. I covered his mouth with mine. We kissed for more than a minute before I broke it and climbed up his body. Once again he cleaned my cunt, swallowing every drop of his and my secretions until I jumped off the bed en route to the bathroom. Returning a minute or so later washed John's shrunken cock before locking it away once again. "We will sleep naked, John. You may touch me, but not my breasts or pussy or ass-not with your hands. You may snuggle against my ass if you wish. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Sophie...thank you." kissed his cheek, pulled the blanket over us, and leaned back against my husband-my slave.

I continued to train John daily for the remainder of my vacation. There was nothing he wouldn't do for me by the time I went back to work. Rather than torture him daily kept a notebook with demerits for which I would punish him every Friday evening.

His nipples remained big and puffy, making them easy to grip and pinch whenever we made love. After three weeks of ongoing conditioning John was unable to cum without excruciating pain, exactly as I had hoped.

I was returned to work three days when I chose to cuckold John again. My choice this time was a client, a man with plenty of money and a libido that had caused him to proposition me several times over the past five years. I had always turned him down, but now he could serve my purpose well

He arrived at 8:00 on Friday evening. I had barely had the time for John to bathe me and do my hair. I secured him into the chair once again, but this time I secured his legs to the front of the chair where they wouldn't be so severely restricted. There was one other big change-John was seated in the bedroom where he could see and be seen. I had planned for him to clean my pussy in front of my partner and then to clean him, as well. John would have a

difficult evening and if he failed, tomorrow would be even worse.

John was just secured there'd be no gag tonight-when the doorbell rang. Tonight I chose a new outfit-a red wine nightgown that just covered my puss and ass with open cups around my breasts and a matching peignoir that was no longer. I added matching pumps with five-inch heels. I almost laughed when John raised his hand. His wrist was bound to the chair arm so his motion was extremely limited

"You may speak, John."

"Thank you, Miss Sophie...you look so hot in that outfit."

"Perhaps I should wear it tomorrow night when we are alone here. That will depend on how you behave tonight. I've already explained what I expect from you. I know it will be a challenge, but you still need to learn blind obedience." I kissed his cheek then turned to walk to the door.

I had told Clark Donaldson that my husband was my cuckold. I did fuck him on occasion, but I also made him watch while I fucked well-hung men. I expected him to clean my cunt and to lick Clark's cock clean. I never mentioned anything about John being my slave. I also made it clear that he would not be spending the night. I'd known Clark for as long as I'd been with the firm. He was an aggressive businessman, but had been a gentleman in our relationship. He never pushed me once had rejected his advances. I thought I could trust him, but, just to be sure I gave John a razor knife so he could cut through his bonds to release himself if necessary.

Clark's eyes almost leapt from his head when I answered the door. "Sorry to take so long, Clark, but I had to restrain John. He'll be able to observe us, but he won't be able to interfere."

"Seeing you like this is worth the wait. Damn, Sophie-you are a beautiful sexy woman."

"Why, thank you, Clark. Why don't you come in? Can offer you a glass of wine or a drink?"

"Gin and tonic if you have it."

"Can do, why don't you sit on the couch. I'll join you in a minute." I mixed the drink in the kitchen then carried both back to where Clark was seated

"I can't understand why your husband allows this. I'm not complaining, mind you, but I was shocked when you phoned me. I'm not a young man any longer so other than an occasional pick-up don't get it much.

My wife has decided it no longer interests her."