My Husband, My Slave - S01 E09

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My Husband, My Slave - S01 E09

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

"John is a bit strange, Clark. He loves fucking me, but he's a bit small. Every now and then I need something bigger in me. He knows it's only a one-time thing and he'll get to fuck me later. I must tell you that keep him in chastity. I won't go into details, but his cock is safely locked up until I decide to free him."

"I guess you're the boss at home as well as at work."

"You might say that, but why don't we finish up these drinks and get down to business?" I downed the rest of my wine and led Clark to the bedroom. Once there handled the introductions, "Clark, this Is my husband, John. John, you've heard me mention Clark several times."

"Good evening, Clark, thank you for giving Sophie the pleasure she deserves."

"Thank you, John-thanks for being willing to share Sophie." I started to undress Clark, but he pushed me back onto the bed and ripped my peignoir and nightie from my body.

"Clark...what are you doing?"

"Just what you want my dear-I'm going to fuck you, but first I'm going to make you pay for making me wait all those years. I'm going to hurt you then I'm going to fuck your lights out and when I'm done I'm going to kill you and your wimp husband, too." He was so occupied with raping me that he failed to see John cut through his bonds and leap from the chair.

Grabbing his hair he pulled Clark off me. Now was worried for John. He's not the strongest man I've ever known. He had Clark in a headlock while hanging on his back. Clark staggered a bit and when he did jumped from the bed and kicked him in the balls. He screamed and bent over, but that couldn't and didn't stop me from doing it again. Meanwhile, John was choking him. I made him stop when Clark was gasping for breath.

"Help me get him downstairs. Take the handcuffs from my top dresser drawer and lock his wrists behind his back. John retrieved the cuffs and was back before Clark could react. A few seconds later he was secured. "You could have fucked me-several times if you wished-but you had to get rough. Now I'll show you what

rough really is. We brought him to his feet and forced him down the basement stairs.

"You can either walk, Clark, or I'll have John push you. It's your choice." He walked. John attached the leather cuffs to his ankles then locked them to the floor chains. They were spread painfully, but that was just the beginning. I threaded the rope through the two hanging chains and tied it to the handcuffs. Once that was done pulled his wrists up-much higher than had with John. There was tremendous strain on his shoulders. One more thing to do; "John, get the video camera and the tripod."

"You might think about calling the cops, but if you do this video is going to become public. You won't want that once you see what I'm going to do to you." John was back in a flash with the video equipment and he'd been kind enough to bring a terrycloth robe for me. "Thank you, darling."

I wrapped it around my body and tied the sash before addressing Clark again. "John is my slave, Clark. This is where he receives discipline. It's also where you're going to be disciplined. John, get a razor knife from your workbench and cut Clark's clothing from his body. He started to protest, screaming that he'd get his revenge. He'd drop my company. I laughed. "That'll be great, Clark. Your biggest competitor has been meeting with us and the only thing that's held us back has been your business, but now we won't have that conflict of interest, will we? You might also want to know that he's promised us much more than your company ever could"

John began by cutting up Clark's pant leg and through his belt then he worked the other side and Clark was naked from the waist down. I removed his shoes and socks while John cut away his shirt. Moving to my cabinet donned a full-face mask-something 1 had to intimidate John if necessary-to hide my identity. also grabbed my favorite cane then I handed John a ball gag. He enjoyed ramming it into Clark's mouth.

I spoke again before beginning. "Anyone who views this will see you and be able to identify you. John is really quite talented in this regard. He'll alter my voice and his when he does the voiceover. He'll have it done before we release you. It will be somewhere in the cloud, whatever that is, and he'll set it up so we have to access it regularly in order to prevent it from being released.

Don't forget that I have a number of email addresses for your company including all the board members and your CEO. I'll bet we can get some way to notify your wife from your phone. I'm sure they'll enjoy seeing you on the receiving end of my strap-on. Okay,

enough talking-how many do you think, John?"

"At least three dozen, Miss Sophie."

"That would be per cheek, wouldn't it?"

"Whatever you say, Miss Sophie-you're the boss."

"You can start with a close up of his face. Wait until pull his head up." John began to film as I pulled Clark's head up. He zoomed in, pausing when Clark's face filled the screen then zoomed in even closer to show the red ball gag in his mouth. I loved his narration. He would alter our voices so they couldn't be recognized and parts of my body, too with those squiggly lines we sometimes see on TV or even the internet.

I released Clark's head, stepped back, and swung the cane. I was an expert now, having practiced many times on John's poor butt. It had helped him toward blind obedience, something that was his routine now. My second blow wasn't even a quarter inch above the first. Over and over I belted Clark's left cheek. I could hear him scream in agony even with the gag. I was sure that John was getting all the action. I changed sides and, swinging backhand, plastered his other cheek with the same efficiency and effectiveness had shown previously.

"I'm so glad you're one of my regulars, Clark baby. I know how much you enjoy being fucked. I hope you can wait until get my strap-on." John helped me step into it and tighten the straps. I hesitated for almost a minute to give him a long deep kiss before stepping in front of Clark to remove his gag. "Suck on it you cocksucker. It's the only lube you'll get."

"Fuck you, I'll get you, you fucker, if it's the last thing ever do." I was just about to whip him again when saw John signal me.

"If you can get him to speak a lot think can edit it so it sounds like he's asked, even begged for it. You know, like he's a regular customer who craves being beaten and fucked."

"Would you be willing to fuck him once I'm finished?"

"I'd do it if you wanted me to, but I'd prefer to do only you, Miss Sophie."

"Very well, John-I'll owe you a good fucking by the time we're

done. Wait until you see my final idea." I leaned forward and kissed

John with all the passion I owned. Returning to Clark tried to play my role as the professional dominatrix to the hilt. "C'mon, Clarkie baby, you complain about sucking my cock every week, but you always do.

Why don't I warm up your ass a little more to get you

into the mood?"