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  “Now go downstairs,” Hubby hissed hotly into my ear, “and make me some breakfast.”

  Chapter Four:

  Pictures Speak Louder Than Words

  So Hubby... I mean Master... was pissed off with me tonight.

  Apparently I wasn't submissive enough for him. Which might have something to do with the fact that he's a total fucking pussy.

  Yes, I blew my submissive slave routine long enough to tell him what I thought. And, God bless him, he did what any dominant master should do.

  He tied me up and beat seven shades of shit out of my ass.

  I have pictures.

  An awful lot of pictures.

  I wish I could show them to you here, but I can’t. Suffice to say, though, that he did the right thing; and my sore arse and submissive attitude are proof of that.

  Chapter Five:

  Giving Me Away

  Master’s been pretty explicit in his fantasies the last few days.

  Slavery wise, things are going great. Obedient as always, I pause outside the front door when I come home and slip on my collar (which I always keep in my handbag – caused a few raised eyebrows when it fell out while I was fumbling for some gum.)

  At home, I leave my clothes neatly folded by the front door and spend the entire time naked.

  Hubby… I mean Master… gets his dinner micro-waved for him every night and I obediently supply him with a blowjob or fuck before bed.

  But this happy honeymoon period can’t last.

  Because I’ve discovered what really turns Hubby on, and it’s got me all jittery. But in a good way. Like when you’re anticipating that first slap on your backside. There are butterflies in my stomach and my mouth goes all dry, but my pussy starts throbbing like it’s got a pulse.

  It all started Sunday night, when I was on my knees obediently giving Hubby his early evening blowjob.

  Now, before I got into slave mode, blowjobs were purely a Christmas and birthday thing. I guess that’s why Master’s been demanding them at least once a day since we started out little Master/Slave relationship.

  And I’m getting pretty good at them. The secret is loads of spit. Seriously, so much saliva it dribbles down his balls.

  Anyway. There I was, seven inches of throbbing man-meat obediently lodged in my mouth, one hand between my legs, rubbing my moist cunt to a second orgasm, the second hand cupping his balls and sliding my little finger up to the knuckle in Hubby’s arsehole.

  That’s when he starts to get verbal.

  “God, you look so sexy doing that…”

  Cue an extra little slurp and another gush of moisture between my legs.

  “God,” Hubby moaned, “I would love to see you sucking some other guy’s cock.”

  And that was what caused problems.

  There was a gush of moisture in my pussy – in fact I came, totally without warning… But did I just hear him right? He wants me to blow somebody else?

  “Oh fuck, yeah,” Hubby’s eyes were closed. “I’d love to watch you give a hot, sloppy blowjob to some other guy. I’d like to pimp out your slutty mouth,” He thought I had a slutty mouth? Damn, my blowjob technique must have improved. “I’d like to watch you slurping on another massive dick.”

  The submissive streak in me started to get really turned on. I did promise to be his sexual slave – a total slave. Did this mean I had to do whatever he asked? Even if it involved doing it to other people?

  “You know what would really turn me on, though?” Hubby’s voice was ragged. “I’d like to watch you sucking me dick just as you are now, with your naked arse stuck out like that.”

  Obediently, I stuck my big rump up in the air like he’d demanded.

  “I’d like to watch some other guy,” Hubby continued, “grab those cheeks of yours and spread your pussy wide.”

  I strummed my clit even as I deep throated his cock. I think orgasm number three was on the cards.

  “He’d have a massive dick,” my master rasped, “and he’d slid it inch by inch into your sopping pussy.”

  Right now, with my arse stuck up in the air, I think I could have loved to have been fucked. Rubbing my clit was good… But I wanted to feeling of something big and hard and hot inside of me.

  “I’d like to see you getting fucked from both ends,” Hubby continued. “I’d like to see him pound you so hard your butt jiggled.”

  I wiggled my butt, just for his pleasure.

  “Oh, yeah!” Hubby’s eyes lit up. “You’d do that! You’d grind that arse of yours on his big dick and make him cum.”

  Hubby’s cock throbbed.

  “I’d like to see him spurt a huge load right inside of you,” he gasped. “I’d like to see you dripping with cum from both… both…”

  Suddenly, he was grabbing my head in his hands.

  “Oh fuck! You little slut!”

  My mouth was flooded with cum.

  I struggled to swallow it all as my own orgasm washed over me. I didn’t do a very good job. As it happened, most of his sperm poured out of my mouth and down my chin. It was a creamy flood!

  * * *

  Sometime later, I lay beside Master listening to his soft breathing.

  I stared up at the ceiling and considered his little fantasy.

  It’s not the first time he’d mentioned watching somebody else fuck me… But I suddenly realized that this little Master/Slave game could make those fantasies come true.

  How did I feel about that? About the thought of getting fucked by a strange man? Maybe more than one? At the same time?

  Yep, even as Hubby snored beside me, I rubbed out a forth orgasm.

  The thing that did it for me was Hubby telling me about the guy cumming inside of me. That turned me on like you wouldn’t believe.

  I’m not on the pill and Hubby gets to blow his load inside me maybe once a month, when I’m convinced I’m safe.

  But being a slave wasn’t anything to do with being safe.

  I was entrusting every decision to Hubby. Including who I fuck… And how they fuck me…

  The thought of some stranger spurting cum inside me was almost enough to make me cum. The thought of getting more than one load inside my thirsty cunt?

  Oh, God.

  Still gasping, I fell right to sleep.

  * * *

  And now I’m left with the post-coital reality of it.

  Am I willing to actually go through with something like that, if Hubby ever gets his act together to arrange it?

  Would I really let him give me to another man?

  Did my submissiveness really mean I’d let some stranger blow his wad inside me?

  On the face of it, there wasn’t a chance. At best, I’d wind up pregnant with a stranger’s baby. At worst, I could catch some disease.

  But I figured I didn’t need to worry about it until it happened – and with my Hubby’s record (he couldn’t arrange a piss up in a brewery) I doubted it would ever happen.

  But damn, could I get off imagining it!

  Chapter Six:

  Bondage

  Now I like a little bondage.

  Bondage is probably the most important part of my slave/master relationship.

  Master ties me up. Not just because he's a kinky fucker who likes to do that sort of thing, but because if he ties me up I can't do anything about the stuff he does to me.

  I am supposed to be a submissive little sex slut, but I have had problems adjusting to that rule. And tying me up seems to be an effective way of making me do the things I choose not to.

  Hubby wants me to suck his cock, and I don't want to?

  If he ties me up, I can't help it.

  Hubby wants me to lick his balls?

  If he ties me up, he forces me to.

  Hubby wants to shove his cock up my ass?

  And I buck, and kick, and scream, and curse... But if I've got my wrists ties behind my back, there's nothing I can do about it.

  So bondage is not just a kinky little extra. It's kind of the i
mportant 'thing' that makes the rest of my slave training come together. If Hubby... I mean Master... can tie me up, he can do whatever the hell he wants to me. And, at the end of the day, that's what I promised I'd let him do.

  So I have been sold on bondage. I am a stroppy, difficult, struggling cow, but I am sold that tying me up is the only way I'll learn and it's the only way I'll do what he wants.

  But how he ties me up is a big issue.

  Handcuffs hurt.

  Handcuffs are nasty things and cause bruises on wrists and ankles. For a short period, it's fine. But on the long term, bondage with handcuffs is not compatible with being the beautiful, bruise-free sex goddess I know I am.

  Rope?

  Now rope is sexy.

  Silk rope is sexy and malleable. Next to soft, white, virginal skin, there's nothing sexier than rope. And rope, when you tie somebody up, is a teasing, taunting bond that gives just enough to promise escape - but is still tough enough to keep you bound.

  So when you're planning bondage, I'd recommend rope. It's certainly kept me where Hubby wants me... :-)

  Chapter Seven:

  Gangbang? I think not

  Well, my first week as a slave comes to a close.

  It’s had highlights… and it’s had the opposite of highlights. I’m not sure what they’re supposed to be. Lowlights? Doesn’t exactly sound right.

  Anyway. The highlights have to be when everything worked out right. I was a slave, Hubby was my master and the relationship was clearly established.

  The other night was the best. I’d said something bitchy to him and before I knew it, Hubby had tied my up with belts and dressing-gown cords and laid me out on the bed. For the next fifteen minutes he pounded hell out of my arse with a leather strap, sodomized me roughly with a vibrator and then coaxed me to orgasm with his thumb on my g-spot and his fingers tickling my clit.

  As I lay there, kicking and struggling, I was in heaven. Seriously, I thought I’d melt like honey into the sheets.

  Then there were the lowlights. Like when Hubby fed me one too many glasses of wine and I spent the evening berating him. Targeting the fact that Hubby doesn’t earn as much as me is the quickest route to deflating his erection you’ve ever seen.

  But on the whole, it went well.

  It’s been a learning curve. And I’ve learned.

  I’ve learned that the most important thing is to give in. You see, I’m a fucking stubborn bitch. I love to fight and argue. But that’s entirely incompatible with being a slave. It was only when Master took it into his own hands and slapped the crap out of my arse that I shut up for once.

  I need to do that more often. I need to just BE submissive. Instead, if I’m not quite in the frame train of mind, I treat this like a game. I’m a total fucking bitch even though he’s got his thumb up my bum and is slapping my arse like it’s a bongo drum.

  I’ve got to learn to be a slave and rule number one is SURRENDER.

  Anyway. As the week comes to a close, I have to admit one thing turns me on. Hubby got me SO hot when he was talking about sharing me. I’ve decided now the hottest thing in the world would be if he got six of his well-hung friends around to fuck the shit out of me. THEN I’d be submissive.

  Submissive and probably fucked half to death… Oh, but a gang-bang! A great big gooey gangbang, with a bunch of men screwing me and cumming in me and covering me in sperm! Wow. I’ve flicked my bean thinking of that a couple of times since Hubby came up with the fantasy.

  The problem is, Hubby doesn’t exactly have six well-hung friends. He’s a bit of a geek and if you think he’s bad, you should see his friends. I don’t think being fucked silly by six skinny nerds high-fiving over Star Trek reruns has the same appeal.

  But Hubby’s got the potential to be different. I wouldn’t have married him if he was a geek to the bone. I saw something different in him that our games of Master and Slave have allowed to blossom.

  He’s pleasantly surprised me so far. The bondage and the whip was pretty hot stuff. Maybe, if getting me fucked by another guy is SO important to him, he’ll actually arrange it and do it RIGHT.

  So maybe he’s going to be up to this one day. I can dream, can’t I?

  Anyway. It’s Friday night and I have to get back to my slave duties. Bye!

  Chapter Eight:

  Brown Eyed Blues

  Tonight, Hubby made me do either the sexiest, or the grossest thing ever.

  He had a long hot soak in a bath and then came into the bedroom all fragrant and clean. He got onto his hands and knees, his arse stuck into the air, and told me to rim him.

  He wanted me to kiss and lick his arsehole.

  I would have been totally grossed out by that, but he had just bathed. Plus, Hubby had fed me half a bottle of wine earlier.

  Anyway. While he was on his hands and knees, I cupped his balls and stroked his hard-on with my hands while my tongue slurped, licked and teased his crinkled pink arsehole.

  It tasted fine. Like soap, to be honest.

  And he must have liked it, because within a couple of minutes his dick was spurting onto the sheets. The combination of my tongue on his butt and my fingers on his dick brought Hubby to orgasm in double quick time.

  Afterwards, I felt thoroughly disgusted with myself. I’d just spent five minutes French kissing my husband’s wrinkly arsehole. But I felt so deliciously submissive and slutty, it made me want to do it all over again.

  Chapter Nine:

  In the Gary

  Rump.

  Ass.

  Derriere.

  Gary (Cockney Rhyming Slang, because “Shitter” rhymes with Gary Glitter.)

  Whatever you want to call it, Hubby is obsessed with it.

  Since I started this master/slave relationship, Hubby has been totally obsessed with my backside. He spanks it. He licks it. He bites it.

  And, yes, he fucks it.

  Now just like blowjobs were Christmas and Birthday presents before I started my slave routine, anal sex was purely the result of too much liquor and not enough resistance. I've been fucked in the arse three times in my life. The first time was at university, with an old boyfriend... The last two times are when I've been drunk as a skunk, face buried in the pillow and Hubby's taken my command of "do me" to a whole different level.

  As far as I'm concerned, doing it sober would be painful, smelly and possibly ruin our sheets.

  But I am a Slave and Hubby is a Master and since he was totally obsessed with it, I knew it wouldn't be long before his dick in my arse became a reality.

  Tonight was the big night.

  I'd been warned in advance, I have to admit. I glugged down a bottle of chardonnay in preparation and thought it would be a simple case of Hubby tying me up (he does that a lot these days) and me relaxing into a drunken stupor while eight inches of throbbing dick are shoved up my Gary Glitter.

  Instead, he wanted me to work for it.

  The dirty fucker had me dance for him. Grind my arse against his throbbing cock while we were still dressed. He had me open up a bottle of lube (that Durex warming stuff.. ow!) and then lie back and think of England as he shoved his big, hard cock up my bum.

  What I found tricky was that he wanted me on my back. On my hands and knees, arse thrust up into the air, I think I could handle it. But on my back, it seemed... awkward.

  But even as I gripped the headboard for support, I got to see Hubby's face. That was worth it.

  As his big dick 'popped' past my sphincter, the look on his face was priceless. Sure, it felt like I had a red hot crowbar shoved up my backside, but I could have come just from the look on his face.

  And it was mercifully short. Just three or four thrusts and Hubby was pumping a big load of cum right up into my bowels. Normally, I complain he lasts barely minutes. This time, he was inside me for mere seconds.

  But it didn't matter. The amount of pleasure I gave him almost made up for the discomfort I felt. In fact, as soon as he'd left to clean up, I flicked my bean to a quick
orgasm all on my own.

  Who knew I could control men with only the power of my arse?

  And wasn't I meant to be the slave? I didn't realize one tight, forbidden orifice would grant me so much power over horny men.

  Hubby keeps threatening to get some other guys to screw me in the arse. If I can expect the same puppy-dog devotion afterwards, perhaps I should let them!

  Chapter Ten:

  Sex Toys Look Delicious (just don’t lick them!)

  God knows how the sex toy industry kept in business before the invention of the internet!

  I mean, imagine having to go into one of those seedy sex shops to buy your jelly dildos? Or order them out of the back of some grotty wank mag?

  Before the internet, buying sex toys was dirty, seedy and gross...

  Now, in the world of Ann Summers, it's chic, hip and all women who appreciate pleasure are doing it. And if they're not? They should be!

  It was the world of sex toys that Hubby and I recently explored when he ordered a box of them.

  Now Hubby is as keen as hell on this whole slave/master relationship and he needs the toys to play the role properly. Hence his purchases online.

  This is what he came up with...

  It started off with a PVC outfit that leaves the crotch open and my boobies exposed. Considering I have both my nips pierced, I can understand the latter incentive... The fact that my pussy and arse are both open for business when I'm wearing this industrial getup leads me to believe that Hubby's on the brink of going through with his whole 'fucking another guy' fantasy. Why else would he want my two hotspots exposed? At the same time?

  Next on the list was something I loved the look of. A Rabbit Vibrator. Since I'm a girl who's only got a small, plastic friend, the thought of something like this to keep me entertained into the wee hours was as horny as hell.