My Husband, My Slave - S01 E13

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My Husband, My Slave - S01 E13

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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.

Sunday morning gave John's body a close inspection. His butt had almost completely healed from his Friday night whipping. I had especially stayed away from his new tattoo to protect him. Rubbing in the healing salve, I noticed a few hairs in his pubic region. Hands cuffed behind his back, more as a formality than a necessity, I removed the cock cage and gave him another application of the depilatory. I knew that in time all his body hair in that region would completely die. I'd leave the rest of his hair, having promised not to embarrass or humiliate him publicly.

Once John had shaved my legs, armpits, and pubic region on Sunday afternoon knew I was ready for the week. I took an hour to reward him that evening. Once he was unlocked I climbed onto the bed on hands and knees, head down on a pillow as my puss was open to him. "Fuck me, John. need it tonight. I'll take care of you once I'm done."

John moved up behind me, his knees against the side of the mattress. His hands pulled me back as he rubbed himself into my slit. Seconds later he was inside me and pumping furiously. One of the things I liked about doggie was his contact with my G-spot. John had fucked me actively for more than fifteen minutes giving me two intense orgasms. I told him then to stop. Moving from the bed to the floor I pushed John back until he fell onto the bed. Once I was between his legs I took him into my mouth to suck and lick him until he was delirious with need. Only then did I rake his nipples with my nails. He exploded into my mouth. I captured it all so John was ready when I moved forward for a kiss. However, he was in for a surprise. I laughed when he found my mouth empty then I kissed him again and again. I locked him up once I had washed his groin completely and we retired for the night. I whispered, "I love you, slave," just before closing my eyes.

"I love you, Miss Sophie, John responded. I pulled him even closer and we went quickly to sleep.

Monday morning I was only in the office about a half hour when my private line rang.

"Hello"

"Um...is this Sophie?"

Yes, it is Daniel; how nice to hear from you."

"I have to tell you that this is the craziest thing I've ever done, but- okay, I'm game."

"I'm glad, Daniel. I hope you're saving up a nice big load for me."

You don't have to worry about that. May I ask why you do this?"

"It has everything to do with size. I wouldn't if John could stretch my puss. He tries hard, but he just can't. That's where you come In."

"Are you sure he won't get upset? I'd hate to wind up in a fight."

"You have my promise, Daniel. John will do exactly as tell him. He already knows of my plans and it helps that we will only fuck the one night. I'm sorry, but that's the way it has to be. I do promise that it will be a memorable experience for you and, hopefully, for me, too." He agreed and we set the date for Friday night.

I was busy all week so the time just flew by until Wednesday morning when Phil Norris, the CEO, stopped by to see me. "Uh, Sophie...you had some dealings with Clark Donaldson, didn't you?"

"Yes, Phil-he's point man for Hallowell so I've dealt with him many times. Why?"

"I was just on the phone with their CEO. It seems that someone sent him and their entire board a video of Clark with some dominatrix. He said it was really obscenely disgusting. He tried to speak with Clark about it yesterday aftermoon, but Clark ranted something about his wife and ran out of their building. He learned this morning that Clark has committed suicide-just terrible...what a mess."

"I can't believe it, Phil. Clark was always such a level-headed man. Seeing a dominatrix, that's just unbelievable, I'd like to know the plans for the funeral and wake so can pay my respects-his poor wife!" That's what I said, but inside was thinking that she was lucky to get rid of a loser like Clark. Apparently, she agreed-1 learned at the wake that she had been in the middle of divorce proceedings when Clark took his life. John and paid our respects to his family then sat among our executives for about a half hour before leaving and driving home.

John raised his hand and I granted permission for him to speak. I was pretty sure knew what he would say. "Miss Sophie, I know we had to do that, but I'm not sorry that he's dead. He would have hurt you and probably killed both of us. I know I'm not supposed to think, but I'm sure he would have been a problem as long as he lived."

"You may think, John-I want you to-so long as you obey without question. In this case I agree. I made a terrible mistake getting Involved with him. I think Daniel will be different even though I barely know him."

"I hope so, Miss Sophie even though I'm not looking forward to cleaning him."

"I know you're not gay, John. This has nothing to do with gay sex, It's all about obedience. You're about ninety percent done with your training, but there are still things you need to learn and this is one of them.

Think about licking my asshole. That was a test. This is also a test-a test of obedience, not a test of gay sexuality." I drove home, we were both silent all the way.

Friday night was here before we knew it. John served a quick dinner of burgers and salad then bathed me and shaved my legs, armpits, and pussy. allowed him to sit on the couch while I dressed and applied makeup for my date.

Daniel rang the bell just before eight. John answered the door wearing shorts and a tee, but no shoes, socks, or underwear. He led Daniel into our living room. Daniel was carrying a large bouquet of flowers which he presented to me even as his eyes were jumping out of his head. was wearing a new black mesh teddy from Frederic's of Hollywood. It was two sheer panels that ran from my neck over my breasts down to the ultra-tight panties leaving me exposed to below my navel. Completing my outfit were fishnet stockings held up by garters that extended from the sides of the skin-tight panties. The stockings ended at black five-inch stilettos. The teddy hid nothing from view other than my cunt. John had actually drooled when he first saw me. Daniel couldn't speak, his eyes bulging from his head.

I stepped forward to take the flowers. "Thank you so much, Daniel. This is my husband, John. John, would you please place these in a vase? Would you like a drink, Daniel?"

"Um...uh...yeah, okay, have any scotch?"

"Yes, Mr. Daniel we have Johnny Walker Black and Chivas."

"Chivas and water on the rocks, please, John."

I'll have the chardonnay, John and please bring us some chips and salsa."

"Yes, Miss Sophie."