My Husband, My Slave - S01 E12

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My Husband, My Slave - S01 E12

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

That's right and don't you ever forget it." Grabbing his balls asked again. "Who owns these?"

"You do, Miss Sophie, John gulped.

"Right again-I own you and I can do anything want with you and right now want to do this." I lowered my mouth to John's cock, teasing him terribly with my tongue and knowing that no matter how hot he became, however close he might be to cumming, he wouldn't until was ready to hurt him. Keeping it up for almost a half hour caused John to thrash wildly in his bonds. I had just wrapped my lips tightly around his shaft when I reached up and practically pushed my nails through his nipples. He filled my mouth with his seed-eight times in all. Moving up again I leaned down to kiss him and when I did all the accumulated semen dribbled into his mouth. Knowing what wanted he scooped virtually every drop from my mouth. I moved up again to straddle his mouth as I allowed him to bring me to an incredible four orgasms. Once I had released his arms I laid my head on his shoulder and whispered, "Well done, slave-I think we need a nap." A quick kiss to his cheek and I drifted off.

I awoke around 5:30, rose, and released John's legs. Massaging them for ten minutes enabled him to stand and walk. He helped me to dress while he remained naked, "Call Christopher's and order a large pizza-pepperoni, sausage, mushrooms, green peppers, and onions." I allowed John to speak when he raised his hand.

"Could we please get extra cheese, Miss Sophie?"

"Good idea.. now get to it, I have more plans for later and they include you." John rushed to kiss my feet then ran to the phone. Thirty minutes later John took his place between my legs as I began to eat. Holding the pizza in my right hand tousled John's hair with my left. His head lay against my silky thigh as I fed him. All told I gave him three large pieces while ate two. He bagged the remaining three pieces using our vacuum sealer before reporting to me in the living room. I spent the evening reading while having my puss gently licked and kissed.

The week passed quickly. John only accumulated five demerits for minor failures during the week. I took care of them as soon as I had returned from work on Friday evening. I was looking forward

to Clark's return visit. As expected, he rang the doorbell at 8:00 sharp. John answered and escorted the sullen Clark to the living room

"Okay," he began, "how much to you want?"

"Whatever do you mean, Clark?"

"How much do you want for me to get out of this fucking thing?"

I thought for a few seconds before telling John to check Clark's pockets. He was handcuffed when he complained. Sure enough, John found a small digital recorder running in his inside jacket pocket. "Cute, Clark-trying to get some evidence on me? Blackmail, maybe? John, please get the large vase from the kitchen closet and fill it halfway with water."

"No! That's an expensive piece of equipment."

"Once again, Clark you should have thought about that before coming here and trying to use it against me. You'll never learn." I dropped the recorder into the vase, causing a small splash. I'd accidentally dropped my phone into the sink last year. Submersion for only a few seconds had destroyed it. I pulled it out and handed it to John. "Smash it with your hammer just to be sure, John. I'll remove Clark from prison while you're in the basement."

"You're going to release me?"

"Of course, but you knew the penalty for fucking with me before you came here tonight."

"NO! PLEASE, ANYTHING." He was still pleading when John returned with the useless pile of plastic and wires in a plastic Wal- Mart bag.

"Send the email John while throw out the trash." I pulled up Clark's underwear and pants, buckling his belt. I was just about to release him when John returned. His nod told me that, once again, he had followed my orders to the letter. He unlocked the cuffs and sent Clark on his way. Everyone important to him including his wife and mother had already received the video. Tomorrow I'd begin my search for a cuckolding replacement. I found him even sooner than I could have imagined.

John was cleaning the bathrooms Saturday morning when I drove to the supermarket for food and other staples. I stopped on the way for gas. It was a fortunate decision. I had just exited my car when I spied an attractive young man at the pump ahead of me.

when I spied an attractive young man at the pump ahead of me. His tight jeans had a decided bulge. I decided to take a chance.

"Hello."

"Um...hi."

"I'm Sophie."

"Daniel," was his response, but he was clearly confused.

"May I take a few minutes to ask you some questions? promise to make it worth your while."

"Okay...I suppose."

"Thank you. Do you live around here?"

Temporarily...over at the Holiday Inn; I'm working on the new railroad bridge. I'm a civil engineer for the construction company."

"How interesting! May I ask if you find me attractive?"

"Yeah, do-classy, too. Mind if ask what's going on?"

"I'll gladly tell you in another minute. Are you...well endowed?"

"That's kind of personal. I've never measured, but I've never had any complaints either."

I laughed. "Good enough; ever had any STD's?"

"No, and I've just been tested thanks to a cheating ex-girlfriend."

"Great-final question-how'd you like to fuck me?"

"Excuse me, but I see your rings-you're a married woman. What would your husband say if he knew you were cheating?"

"I'd never cheat on my husband. Know what a cuckold is?"

"I've heard the word, but I'm not sure exactly what it means."

"Essentially, it means that John-that's my husband-will know all about it. He'll be present and he'll wait on us before and after. I'll also have him clean me once we're done-suck all your semen from my puss-and I'd like if he could clean you, too. You may fuck me as many times as you like, but no rough stuff and I'm sorry- but you can't spend the night."

"Why does he allow this?"

"Let's just say that we have a female dominant relationship. I call the shots and I make all the decisions. After you are gone I will allow John to fuck me until I can't stand up. You have nothing to fear from him unless you try to hurt me like the last one did. Not only didn't he fuck me, but he'll regret it for the rest of his life."

"I don't believe in that stuff. I'd never force a woman to do anything she didn't want to do."

I took out my business card and wrote my private number on the back. Handing it to him I suggested he think it over and call me. I planted a quick kiss on his lips to help him decide. "Hmm...nice. I'll call you beginning of the week." He waved as he drove off and I returned to actually fill my gas tank.

Of course, I told John all about it once I was home. He had carried the groceries into the kitchen and was putting everything away whern I told him. "I met an interesting young man at the gas station, John. He's an engineer on that bridge project. I'm thinking of fucking him. If I do I'll expect you to be on your best behavior. I'm not going to bind you into the chair. You will bring us drinks and maybe some chips and salsa. I'll want you in the room with us, probably kneeling on the floor near the bed where I can touch your head. You will, of course, clean me after each time and I'll expect you to clean him, too. He may fuck me more than once, but only you will spend the night in my bed."

John raised his hand and I allowed him to speak. knew this could be a traumatic experience, but also demanded compliance. "Must you fuck other men, Miss Sophie?"

"You know how much I love to fuck you, John. Unfortunately, your equipment is a bit small for me. I've explained how need something big in me from time to time. If you were bigger I wouldn't need this. Unfortunately, I haven't yet come up with any way to make you the size I need. I've explained several times that it's only sex so I'm not going to explain again. Finish with the groceries and come in to serve my feet."

John began by licking and sucking each of my toes while massaging the balls and soles of my feet. He was really excellent at this and I doubted I'd ever tire of it. He spent almost a half hour on my right foot before switching to my left. It was clear that he enjoyed it as much as I did. I spread my legs and he moved into his position. I pissed once he had sealed off my cunt. Then he gave me the most incredible orgasm. I was probably getting one or two a week before enslaving John and all of them were either courtesy of my own fingers or my vibrator. Now I was getting three or four every day and John was responsible for every single one. No wonder I enjoyed having him as my slave.

To be totally honest would have done it even if I never had another orgasm. John needed my control. I'd be destroyed if allowed anything to happen to him. I hadn't lied about that. I never lied. I leaned down to give John a long passionate kiss once he was done. His face was smeared with my goo and he looked so adorable, even as I tasted myself. "Get up and wash your face then let's have hot dogs for lunch. Make one for me and two for yourself." I kissed him again and he jumped up to his task.

I ate in the living room at the coffee table handing John bits of hot dog and roll as he sat patiently between my legs. was in a good mood after meeting Daniel and John's treatment of my feet and puss. I gladly shared my Pepsi, kissing John almost every time I fed him. I wanted him to feel loved after this morning's conversation.

After lunch told John that I wanted to throw a party for my staff and boss in two weeks. We discussed as equals the hors d'oeuvres we'd serve and what kinds and amounts of liquors we'd serve. I returned to my Mistress role once we were done. "At past parties you always disappeared to watch TV. You will not only help with the food and drinks, but you will socialize with my guests-our guests. You can be quite the charmer when you want to be. I will expect your best efforts just as do every day" John hung his head and, a second later, he bent to kiss my feet. "I never knew, John, how much you love my feet."

"You have beautiful feet, Miss Sophie," he said just above a whisper.

Thank you, John. You'll spend the afternoon learning how to make them even more beautiful. Let's go into the bathroom. I need to show you a few things." Sitting on a stool I coached John through his first pedicure. He shaped and smoothed my toenails then he removed the old polish, allowing them to dry before applying new. I had him remove the polish four times before was completely satisfied. John blew on my toes each time to dry the polish. Once he was done taught him how to manage my fingernails. They were easier in my opinion and, after all his earlier practice John was perfect on only the third attempt. He looked up at me from his position on the floor with an expression of complete adoration. I praised him and pulled him up for another long kiss.