My Husband, My Slave - S01 E17

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My Husband, My Slave - S01 E17

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17

"We have Stella, will that do?" Hans replied with a smile and a nod. I broke away from the large group to speak with Daniel and Hans. I learned that he had attended the University of Heidelberg for his Bachelors and Oxford for his Masters. He was thirty-five and had worked for the bridge building firm for eight years, enjoying seeing the world, but looking forward to settling down in another few years. He told me about his family and how his grandparents had left Germany because of their opposition to Hitler and the Nazis.. Only when the war was over did they return. "My grandparents weren't Jewish and, from what I've been told, they didn't have any close Jewish friends, but they recognized injustice and couldn't tolerate being any part of it."

I liked Hans and would have spoken to him longer if didn't have to host the party. I made arrangements to meet him for lunch next Saturday. I did eventually agree to cuckold John with him. It was a decision I never regretted. Daniel was right-Hans was a bit longer and much thicker than Daniel. Even better, he had excellent orgasm control. Over the next eight months I cuckolded John with the chief engineer, a structural engineer, two welders, two riveters, two crane operators, and-breaking my own rule-Daniel again.

I regularly read the Wall Street Journal during the fifteen to twenty minutes I spent eating my lunch. One day I noticed a small article tucked into the lower corner of page 64. rarely read articles so far back in the newspaper because I don't have the time, but something about it caught my attention. A minute later was online checking a phone number in Zurich. I knew it was too late to phone the clinic today. Zurich was six hours ahead of us. That would be number one on my agenda for tomorrow. In fact, I decided to come in to work early in case the call took an extended length of time.

I set the alarm forty minutes earlier the next morning, enjoying having my sleepy husband/slave wake to take my urine, wash and feed me before undertaking his daily chores. By now he was too well accustomed to being cuckolded. I was sure that he felt it was his lot in life to love a woman who was obsessed with the idea of fucking big cocks.

I used my cell as soon as was in my office. "Schissel Clinic,"I

heard the receptionist say.

"Do you speak English? I wonder if could speak to Doctor Schissel. I am calling from New York"

"One moment, please, I will see if the Frau Doctor is available," she replied with a heavy German accent. It was several minutes later that Dr. Schissel picked up the phone. I asked her about her experiments and how they were progressing. After listening for more than ten minutes I asked if she had made any human trials and on what parts of the body. Again listened for an extended time.

English was clearly not Dr. Schissel's first language so the translation from her native German took some time on both our parts. Finally, after almost half an hour I got down to business. She was hesitant at first, but when I offered her a five million dollar donation she did agree. We set a date exactly one month in the future for our appointment. Now all had to do was tell John. I decided during my drive home to say nothing until just before our departure.

I began to compile a list of clothing I would require. Switzerland can be cold even in summer. I made first-class reservations on Air France for both of us knowing that our passports were valid. Finally, on the Monday before our Sunday morning flight gave John a list of clothing I wanted pressed. "Have these done by Friday, John." I could see the questions in his eyes, but after all these months he never thought to give his questions voice. He simply did as he was told knowing that I would explain or not as I believed necessary.

We were at breakfast Saturday morning when addressed the issue of our trip. "Get my red suitcase and carry-on from the attic, John and pack all the items you've pressed along with this list. It held the panties and bras and nightgowns I would need for our three week visit. I spoke to him once the bag was packed. "We are going to Zurich, Switzerland, John. You will pack one outfit for you for the return trip and three sets of tees and nylon gym shorts to wear while you are there. You are going to a famous clinic for an experimental treatment. Do you know what HGH Is, John?"

"I know you can't use it if you're a baseball or football player, but that's all."

"How about stem cells?"

"No, Miss Sophie: I have no idea."

That was pretty much what I expected. "HGH is human growth hormone, John. Stem cells are often taken from an umbilical cord after a baby is born. They are the basic cells that form all the other cells in the human body. The doctor you will see has done a

number of experiments-successful experiments-on animals

using both of these substances to grow new tissue. In one case

she was able to grow a new leg on a deformed rabbit. In another she was able to grow a new lung in a mouse.

You will undergo treatments on your penis to see if it can be made to grow larger. If it can be done I will no longer have a reason to cuckold you. I have enjoyed being fucked by big cocks, John, but I would have much preferred being in bed with you. I will tell you that believe the treatments will hurt so you will be sedated much of the time. That's why you will only need outfits for bed. You will have to sign the releases, John so the final decision Is yours."

"No, Miss Sophie-I made my final decision when I agreed to serve as your slave, I will always do whatever you wish me to." I leaned forward to kiss John, praying that the experiment would work.

We were up early the following morning, meeting the limo in the driveway at 6:00 am. for the hour long trip to JFK International Airport. I removed Johri's cock cage before we left the house. Being early there was no line for first class passengers. I checked both bags and we were off to security. Of course, we had to go through all the indignities other passengers had to suffer to ensure our safety. We arrived at our gate with forty minutes to spare.

I began to relax at last once we were safely seated. Our steward offered mimosas. I thought. "Why not?" I could see how tense John was. Perhaps a little alcohol would help him. I ordered for both of us. If the steward thought that odd he kept his thoughts to himself.

The flight to Paris-De Gaulle was long but comfortable thanks to the wide and well-cushioned seats in first class. We both slept for several hours en route, waking primarily for the lunch which was pretty good for airline food. I almost always used either European airlines like Air France or Quantas if had to fly across the Pacific. I thought the food and service were both better than on our airlines where the flight attendants often seemed to disappear for hours at a time.

We changed planes at De Gaulle for a regional jet for the roughly 300 mile flight to Zurich. Another limo was waiting to take us to the Baur au Lac, one of Zurich's finest old hotels. A person earning what did would have difficulty affording a suite here, but this was one of the times my hidden millions came in handy.

I tipped the bellman and had John unpack the suitcases while checked out

the view. Once he was done took him to bed.

"I'm afraid this will be our last chance to make love for at least the

next three weeks, John. Your first treatment will occur tomorrow morning. I'll be with you during it and later while you rest in your room. I understand you will need at least five treatments and your penis will be tender for several weeks afterward. We'll probably know by the time we leave whether the treatments have worked.