NOW I M HER SLAVE

It’s Friday and the kids are all gone for the weekend. When I arrive home, I find you, my beautiful wife, sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette and drinking a wine cooler. You inform me we have plans for the weekend. When I ask what, you just smile and tell me to sit down so you can explain. You remind me of all the times I’ve asked you to dominate me, “to make me your slave.” You also remind me that this is not in your “normal” nature. You ask me to roll a joint while you list the rules for the weekend: 1. I am to obey ALL requests without question or comment 2. I am not to cum without your permission 3. I am to always say “yes ma’am” or “no ma’am” 4. I am to be naked at all times unless in public or instructed otherwise 5. I am not to make suggestions or complain about any orders given to me You tell me “Not following these rules will result in punishment to be decided by me.” You then tell me that you don’t like what I’ve asked you to do and you intend to make things hard on me, and I won’t like everything you ask of me. You tell me a safe word “frog“. You tell me that if I want you to stop I am to say the word “frog” and you will stop. You also tell me if I use the word and you stop, it will not start over. The only way you will stop is if I use your safe word. Asking you to stop or telling me it hurts will only make it worse. If I want to be your slave, I can’t use my safe word because slaves don’t have a say. You don’t want to hurt me, but I have asked over and over for this and you intend to show me what being a slave can really be like. You then ask if I still wish to be your slave for the weekend. I tell you I would be honored to be the slave of such a sexy lady and thank you for the opportunity. You then tell me to shave and take a shower, and when I am done with my shower to call you. When I finish, I call. You enter the bedroom, hand me a ball separator, and tell me to put it on. When it is on, you tell me to get on my knees on the bed. I do, and you take the small butt plug and insert it in me. You then take the paddle and lightly spank me, all the time telling me that a real man wouldn’t want to be treated this way, and I should be ashamed of myself for the things I’ve asked you to do over the years. All the while, your paddling doesn’t stop; in fact, each swat gets slightly harder until my ass is nice and pink. You then tell me to dress for dinner. I start to remove the separator and butt plug when you hit me with the paddle and tell me you didn’t give me permission to remove them. “Now get dressed.” So I get socks and underwear out of my drawer and go to the closet to get some clothes. When I come out of the closet you are standing by the bed with a grin on your face. You pick up my underwear and ask did I intend to wear these ugly things. I give you a puzzled look and you inform me that men don’t like things up their ass, and I obviously do, so I shouldn’t wear ugly tighty whities. I grab my jeans and go to put them on when you tell me I’m forgetting something. I again give you a puzzled look when you hand me a pair of your panties and tell me to put them on. I turn bright red with embarrassment but do as I’m told. All the while you are laughing at me, telling me how cute I look in your undies. All through dinner I feel the plug in my ass and my balls are beginning to ache from the separator. I’m red with embarrassment, as I feel like everyone can see the outline of your panties through my jeans. All through dinner you are reminding me of the fact I’m wearing your panties and my ass is plugged. After dinner we go to a busy mall parking lot and you tell me to make you cum. After I have licked you to orgasm, we head home. When we get home, you remind me I am supposed to be naked, so I remove my clothes. When I go to remove the panties, you stop me, telling me how cute I look in them and to leave them on. You tell me to get on my knees and follow you. I drop to my knees and crawl behind you to the bathroom. You place cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and a collar around my neck. You tell me to get the potty chair, and I do. After I have the potty chair set up, you tell me to take my position under the chair. You open the lid with that sexy smile on your face and tell me how pathetic I am, and when you get through with me I’ll wish I never asked you to dominate me, and the lid closes. You leave, and come back with clothes pins. One is put on each nipple. You tell me to stroke my dick and keep it nice and hard, but not to cum. I do as I’m told. You leave me to get another wine cooler, and laugh at me, telling me you don’t want me to go thirsty so you need to drink up. You tell me to stop stroking myself and put my arms over my head. You take the small flogger and start swatting my cock and balls, starting with light swats, getting harder with each stroke, all the while telling me how pathetic I am to want such a thing. After you tire of swatting my cock and balls, the lid to the potty chair opens and you look in with that ever sexy smile and laugh again, telling me what a sick pervert I am and that its time for my wine cooler. Before you sit down, you warn me that if I spill any I will be punished. I give you a puzzled look and you tell me “That’s right, you better not miss a drop. You asked for this and now beg for it.” You make me beg for your pee, making me promise to drink every drop. I thank you and promise to get it all. You turn, pull down your panties, and sit. Oh how I love the view from here. I stick out my tongue and taste you. You grab the clothes pins, and squeeze and twist them, telling me not to touch. I roll my head to the side to make sure I can’t touch by accident, and just take in the wonderful sight before me. Then you say “Here it comes, better not miss any.” I open wide and it starts to flow. I have trouble keeping up with the flow but I manage. Just when I think you’re finished, you squirt out a little more. I wasn’t ready and it hit my face. You get up and I am trying to lick the spill off my face, but its too late – I’m caught. You tell me I will be punished for that. “Now get up, and wash your face and brush your teeth.” When I finish, I find you in the living room drinking another wine cooler and smoking a cigarette, and you tell me to get us a joint. I light it and pass it to you. You make me stand in front of you so you can put clips on my cock and balls. You tell me to kneel and remove your shoes, and massage and lick your feet. I do this while you relax and enjoy the bud, sharing a hit with me every now and then. You pick up your wine cooler and look over at me, smiling, and say “We wouldn’t want you to get thirsty, now would we, ” taking a big swig from it, reminding me I will be begging to drink it later. I’m all red with embarrassment and shame, knowing all along this is what I have wanted and had begged from you for years. We finish the joint and you relax while I massage your legs and feet. After a while, you tire of this and tell me to follow you. I get up to follow you and you stop me, giving both the clothes pins on my nipples an evil twist, telling me I wasn’t told to get up. “Now crawl. I like seeing your ass in my panties.” I crawl behind you to the bedroom where you have me remove what’s left of your clothes. You lay across the bed on your back, opening your legs to show me the prize between them. You ask me if I want some of it, rubbing your fingers through your pubic hair. Of course I say “Yes ma’am, please.” You ask what I would do for some, and I tell you “Anything that pleases you.” You make me beg for a taste of you. I plead for a taste of your sweetness and promise again to do ANYTHING you tell me to do. You allow me to crawl up on the bed with you, telling me I better do a better job of eating
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r pussy than I did accepting your piss, or my punishment will be very bad. Then you remind me I still have to be punished for spilling your precious gift. I say “Yes ma’am”, holding my head down in shame. You tell me to get busy, and I lower my head and lick you slow and gentle, savoring every second I’m allowed to taste you. After a while, you have an orgasm and push my head away, telling me I did okay but need improvement. “Now get up and get my vibrator.” You tell me to use the vibrator and make you cum again. I sit between your legs, sliding it in and out, looking you in the eyes the whole time. It doesn’t take long before you cum, pushing me away. You laugh, telling me to look at my little dick poking out through the top of your panties. You tell me to get us both a cigarette and bring you your (my) drink. We sit together and smoke. When we are through, you roll over and tell me to rub your back. Starting at your feet, I work my way up to your neck and then back down to your feet, before you roll over and I start on the front, all the while you are telling me how sick and pathetic I am to want a woman to dominate me and piss on me. From time to time you rub my dick and squeeze my now sore balls, and play with the clothes pins. After I’ve rubbed all of your front side, you grab my sore balls and give them a squeeze, telling me its time for my punishment, reminding me of how bad I was for spilling your gift to me and wasting it. You take me (on my knees) to the living room and tell me to bend over and put my head to the floor, then you walk away. You come back and set our toy bag were I can see it out of the corner of my eye. You pull down my panties and tell me to remove the plug from my butt. You take it in a rag and set it off to the side. You take the larger butt plug, lube it up, and slowly push it in me, telling me men don’t like this and I must not be a man. After the plug is in place, you tell me to stand. You cuff my hands behind my back and tie my ankle cuffs to two chairs, pulling them in different directions so my feet are spread wide apart. You then remove the clips from my cock and balls. You stoke my dick, making sure its nice and hard, then take a piece of rope and wind it tightly around my dick so the head turns all purple. Then you hang a weight from my already sore balls, giving it a tug to make sure it isn’t going anywhere. I grunt, and you look up at me and ask if this is too much for me. “Oh no ma’am, please don’t stop”. You say you haven’t even got started, and you take the big flogger out and start swatting me on my legs and back, making me flinch. The more I move, the more the weight between my legs moves, causing my balls to be pulled even more. After a while you tire of the big flogger and get the small one out, and swat my dick and sore balls. By this time, my whole body is sore and I ache for the release that only you can give me. By this time, my dick has been hard and soft so many times I feel like if I don’t cum soon I’ll bust. After you have swatted my dick until it is all red, you look at me and ask if I’m ready for my punishment. I give you a funny look and you tell me that what I have received so far was just for fun and I still must be punished. You untie my ankle cuffs from the chairs, turn me around, and pull the ottoman over and push me down over it so my torso is rested on it. You remove the weight from my balls and cuff my hands to my ankles, and then re-tie them to the chairs so I am again in a spread position with my ass in the air. You ask me if I’m ready. When I say “Yes ma’am”, you ask me if I know why I’m being punished. I say “Yes ma’am” and you ask me to tell you. I tell you it is because I wasted your gift by letting it run down my face. You make me beg for my punishment and tell you again why I am being punished. You say “That’s right” and S-W-A-T, the paddle hits my ass. I say “Owwwch” and you remind me I’m not supposed to complain and ask me if I want to quit. “No ma’am, please don’t stop.” You tell me “Then be quiet.” I say “Yes ma’am” and you again take the paddle and swat me, not as hard as the last one, but I felt it still the same. Every swat gets harder and the fire in my ass gets hotter. When I say “Owwwwwwch”, you tell me “I warned you about complaining” and leave the room. When you return, you are carrying a glass and the panties you wore all day. You hold the glass in front of my face and tell me to smell. “Do you know what this is?” I say “It smells like pee.” You tell me “Well that’s what it is. I pissed in this glass before dinner because I thought I would have trouble with you tonight. Now let’s see what we can do about the complaining.” You take your panties, with the panty liner still in them, and rub the liner under my nose and in my mustache, telling me to enjoy your smell. You take them away from me and soak them in the glass of pee, and tell me to open wide. You take the dripping piss-soaked panties and shove them in my mouth, and tell me “Maybe this will help you to be quiet.” Again, you remind me of what a sick pervert I am and how I should be ashamed to have asked for such stuff. Again, you take the paddle and begin swatting my ass with it from one side to the other, turning my whole ass red. You hear me moaning, and pull the panties from my mouth and ask if I want to stop. I say “No.” You ask me if I think I can be quiet. I tell you “Yes.” You tell me you don’t think so, and put the panties back in the glass and get them all soaked in piss again, and shove them back in my mouth, telling me you don’t want to hear my complaints. You take the small flogger and spank my sore balls and dick about a 100 times. You then release me from my bonds all except for my balls. You remove the panties from my mouth and push them down in the glass of pee, saying we might need this later (at least I hope so). We sit together and have a smoke, allowing us both to rest. You ask if I’m enjoying myself. I thank you very very much for understanding and helping me with this inner NEED I feel. You just tell me again how sick and pathetic I am. After a short rest, you place the blindfold over my eyes and tell me to wait and don’t move. After a few minutes you return and ask me again if I am enjoying EVERYTHING so far. “Thank you ma’am, please don’t stop.” You say “Stop? I have no intention of stopping. Today is only Friday and you are my slave all weekend.” I say “Thank you ma’am” and you tell me to get up on my knees and then you re-cuff my hands behind my back. “So lets see, you liked everything so far, so that means you liked my panties, my piss, the spankings, having your nipples pinched (you reach out and twist them), and a butt plug up your ass. You can’t be a man, you can only be a sick pathetic pervert.” You walk in front of me, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, and remove the blindfold. All I can see is you, face to face. You tell me you have something for me and remind me that I bought it so I must want you to use it. You stand up and I watch you don the strap-on dildo. You ask me what I see, and I tell you that I see a dildo. You tell me “No, it looks like a dick to me, how about you?” I am red with shame. I can only agree and say “Yes ma’am.” You tell me I like having my dick sucked and how I should do the same for you. I tell you I don’t know how, and you grab my hair, pulling it and telling me you didn’t ask if I knew how. You tell me I wanted it, now beg for it. I beg for you to give it to me. You ask “It what? I won’t give you anything until you ask for it properly.” You make me beg to suck your dick, the whole time you are calling me names and making fun of me, making me feel the shame I shou

ld feel. Still holding me by my hair, you stick the dildo in my mouth and say “Now suck it.” You tell me how silly I look with a dick in my mouth and laugh, furthering my humiliation. You tire of standing, and sit down, telling me to continue. I crawl between your legs and look up at you, when you grab my hair and pull hard, telling me I was told to continue. Putting the dick in my mouth, you belittle me the whole time, telling me to suck it all and to lick it, making me give you head for about ten minutes. You grab my hair with both hands, telling me you can’t come with that slow shit, and start shoving my head down on the dildo until it is all the way in and my nose is in your pubic hair. You fuck my face with a vengeance until I’m choking and gasping for air. When I start to pull away, you stop me and tell me to look up at you. Here I am with a dick in my throat, looking at my wife. I have never felt such shame or been so excited. I feel like I’m going to cum without even being able to touch myself. You hold the dick in my mouth, telling me how silly I look and calling me names until you can see my shame. You push me away and tell me to bend over the ottoman. You cuff my hands and feet together. I hear the KY container open and I know what is coming. You get behind me and use the flogger on my cock and balls. You remove the butt plug, using rubber gloves, telling me how disgusting I am. After discarding the plug, I feel the head of the dildo against my ass. You make me beg you to fuck me up the ass with your dick. When you’re sure you have it in the right spot, you push steady until it is in, then you slowly fuck my ass, going just a little faster and a little deeper with each thrust until you are slamming my ass with every stroke. You keep fucking my ass until I tell you I’m about to cum, then you stop and remind me I didn’t have permission to cum. You remove the cuffs, and we rest for a few minutes and have a smoke. We finish the smoke and you tell me you have to pee again. “Oh please ma’am, let me do better. I won’t spill it this time, I promise.” You tell me to follow you, and I crawl behind you to the bathroom. You tell me to get under the chair. When I’m in position, the lid opens and you tell me I’m getting a second chance and I better not spill even one drop. I say “I promise.” You tell me if I spill it this time, my punishment will be much worse. You sit on the potty seat over my open waiting mouth, and after a few seconds it starts to flow and flow, but I manage to catch every drop. When the last little squirt came, I was ready. You get up, seeing I haven’t spilled any, and tell me how sick I am. You tell me to wash up. We go to the bedroom and you remove the binding on my balls. Oh how they ache. You lay on your back, spread your legs, and ask if I can eat pussy as good as I suck dick. I turn bright red with embarrassment. I eat you until you cum several times before you pull me on top of you and tell me I better be able to fuck you or you will find a real man to do it for me. My dick has been hard and soft so many times, I don’t know if I can get it up, but I manage to get it hard enough and stick it in. Oh shit, it feels so good. I start out slow, but that’s not what you want, so you grab the clothes pins on my now VERY sore nipples and twist them, telling me to fuck you like I know you want to be fucked. I start fucking you harder and faster until we both explode in orgasm. Exhausted, I fall on top of you, breathing hard and thanking you for understanding and being so wonderful to me. You tell me I didn’t have permission to cum and I will have to be punished for that, tomorrow. I roll over to catch my breath, when you grab my hair and tell me I’m not done yet. You push my head down to your pussy. I can see my cum oozing out. You tell me that I suck dick so well, you want to see how well I eat cum. You make me beg to eat the jism from your pussy. You push my head between your legs. I lick and suck on your pussy until all the cum is gone and you have had another orgasm. You roll over and put your butt in the air, and tell me I’m not done cleaning yet. I can see the jism that ran down on your ass and I lick it off until your ass is clean, making sure your hole is extra clean. You tell me you are ready for bed, and we get up to clean up and get ready for bed. Just as I am about to lay down, you tell me you have pee again and I should get ready. I crawl under the potty chair and wait. You sit down and relieve yourself in my grateful mouth, then get up and go to bed. When I am washed up and in bed, you tell me to set my alarm for 8:00 as you have plans for me in the morning. I set the alarm, and lay down tired and sore. You tell me you almost forgot something, and reach into the glass to get the piss-soaked panties and put them in my mouth, and tell me to clean all the pee out of them. We then snuggled up close and drifted off to sleep. I was awakened once during the night so you could pee. It’s 8:00 am and the alarm is ringing. I roll over and gently wake you. You kiss me good morning and give me a big hug, telling me you love me even if I am a sick pervert. You push my head down between your legs and tell me to make you cum. I lick you to orgasm and you push my head away, telling me you need to pee. I follow you to the bathroom and assume the position under the potty chair. Your strong morning pee goes in my mouth and you get up to see if any spilled. Seeing that I didn’t spill any, you tell me how sick and disgusting I am. You tell me you are going back to bed but I have things to do. You give me a list of things you want done around the house and remind me to remain naked. You wake later and check to see if I did as I was told. We sit together and talk about last night. I spend most of the day doing household chores and serving as your pee receptacle. The only time you went to the bathroom all day without me was to poop. About 4:00 pm we laid down to nap for a couple hours, and when we awoke you told me to prepare your dinner. I cooked a nice meal, and we ate together and enjoyed being together. After dinner, you had me clean the kitchen. When the kitchen was clean, you had me sit at your feet, and we smoked a joint while you explained to me how I had cum the night before without permission and would have to be punished. All I could do was smile, as last night started all over again. Sunday was spent much like Saturday until the kids got home. When we went to bed Sunday night, we made slow passionate love and went to sleep content and in the arms of the one we love.

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  1. k4256 says:

    Hi kinkster,

    That was very well-written, and I know how much of a sick pervert you are :)

    I couldn’t enjoy it too much, as I had to imagine myself as a man — I’d much prefer to be in your position than your wife’s — but I thought it was a great story.

    k4256

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