0 comments/ 101281 views/ 12 favorites Slave Wife By: The Hedonist Chapter 1: She Becomes my Slave “I’ll do anything you want” Those were her words as she begged me to let her return, we had been married 17 years and I had grown fed up with her jealous tantrums. The final straw had come the year before when, while at a beach, I had looked up at a woman clad in a bikini and my wife had flown into a rage and attempted to attack the woman, the result had been our divorce. Now she was standing before me, tears running down her face saying those words. It had been a long year and bed partners had been few and far between, I was feeling horny and the word anything caused my cock to give a little jump there in my pants. “Anything can mean a lot of things.” I said deliberately letting my eyes move over her body, resting pointedly on the V of her crotch for an extra minute before returning to her face. She flushed under the look, “I mean it, whatever you want from me you can ask and I’ll do it.” Again I looked her over, 5’3”, about 140 lbs, slightly chubby but with a nice 38D pair of tits and, as I well knew a warm, tight, cunt just made to be fucked. My cock stirred again, “remove your clothes.” I said. She looked at the open window overlooking an adjacent apartment complex, “Here, someone might be looking and see me.” “Anything I ask eh! But when I ask you whine. No, I don’t think so, you’ll have to go a lot farther than just strip in sight of an open window if you expect me to trust you again.” I walked over to her and gave her tits each a squeeze. “Too bad to, I wouldn’t mind keeping you around for fucking.” “Is that all you want me for, don’t I mean anything to you anymore?” the tears had started to flow again and my hand tightened around her left tit. “What else am I supposed to feel after all the troubles you caused me?” I stated, “The only good things you’ve left me with are the memories of using your tits and ass. If I allow you to come back to me it will be to use them for my pleasure,” My eyes went deep into hers and I added “and there won’t be any limits.” She stood quietly her head bowed; only a few soft sobs as punctuation, for several minutes then slowly she began to remove her clothes. Inside my pants my cock now stood at full attention as I thought of the enjoyment she would be giving me. I had my slave and I intended to make full use of her. Chapter 2: First Training I sat back in my chair casually arranging the position of my hard on, letting her see what I was doing, letting her know what I was thinking. Finally she stood naked in the center of the pile of her clothing. “Pick them up and take them into your room, I want no reminders that you are anything but a naked slut waiting to be used.” I said, “And when you return I want you to bring me all your brassieres, panties, and any pants you have, including jeans and shorts.” She was gone for 15 minutes before returning with an armload of clothing, “get a garbage bag and put the stuff into it, you will have no more use for that type of clothing.” She went to the kitchen and squatted down to get the bags in a low cupboard. “No no,” I called, “you do not squat unless facing a male and then you make sure your knees are spread open. Whenever you are facing away from the male, then you bend over keeping your feet apart. Remember, your slit must always be accessible for viewing, playing, or fucking, whatever is wanted of you.” She returned to where she had dumped her clothes and bending over began to put them in the bag. I stood and went to her. Grabbing her hanging tits I pulled them down to the floor, causing her to squeal in pain as she fell forward. “What did I just tell you slut? Why did you not squat when you were facing me?” My hand went between her legs, my finger slipping directly into her cunt hole, “This is what I want to see.” I roughly pulled her around by her hole then, ignoring her cries, spread her legs wide. “Everything you are is between your legs, you are a cunt, a pig to be played with, as long as you can get a male to empty his balls in you, you are worthwhile. You have no other purpose other than to hear a male grunt in pleasure as he cums in you. Do you understand me?” “Yes” “Good, now a short quiz. What are you?” “A cunt.” “And what else?” “A pig.” “What is your purpose in life?” Her voice dropped even lower, “To be fucked by any male who want to use me.” “Close,” I said “but before you are fucked you must ask my permission, and just to ensure that you will learn this very important lesson, from now on you will ask my permission before doing anything. Is that understood?” Her answer came slowly and very softly but of course it was “yes”, the cunt was going to prove very easy to train. “Now continue”, I said, “There are other rules, but we will discuss them after you are finished throwing out these clothes.” Her eyes did not leave my face as she squatted in front of the pile, her knees well separated, the pink lips of her sex open and inviting, even a little moistened. At the smile on my face she too began to smile. That bag and then a second were soon filled. She stood facing me, she had learned well for as she stood feet were placed wide enough apart to afford me a view of her wet gash even as she stood there. “What shall I do with these bags?” “Take them to the incinerator in the hall.” “Like this?” she looked down at her nakedness. My look was her answer, she turned and went to the door, hesitating only briefly she moved swiftly down the corridor and as quickly as possible stuffed the bags down the chute. I smiled as I watched her breasts bounce as she hurried back to the relative safety of her apartment. Chapter 3: The Rules The next day I buzzed her apartment, I had spent the remainder of the previous evening using her various holes for my pleasure, her virgin ass giving me the tightest fuck I had had in a long time. She had squealed like a pig as I forced my cockhead into that unused opening but by taking my time and using lots of oil I soon had it buried to the balls, and she adjusted, her cries turning to moans, though not yet of pleasure, that would come. She opened the door a bit hesitantly, but as told, naked and in full view of anyone who should be in the corridor. I took my time admiring her form, playing a bit with her breasts, running my fingers through her bush and down her crack, lodging a finger briefly in her hole. I smiled, “Good Cunt, you are doing well.” I held up a paper “I brought the rules you are to live by. Shall we go over them?” We moved to the living room where I laid the list on the table, the title was simple. “My Rules.” Now I want you to read these carefully, then you will read them to me and, finally, sign it at the bottom to indicate you agree. This was the list: * * * * * MY RULES 1. I will not question 2. I will do as I am told immediately 3. I will not wear panties or brassiere at any time 4. I will remain naked at all times while at home 5. I will remain naked while answering the door, while maintenance or other repairs are being conducted in the house or while dealing with salespersons or other itinerants who may come to my door 6. Unless otherwise ordered, I will dress in short skirts and blouses that will allow my attributes to be viewed on command 7. I am my Masters property, he and only he may permit my use. This means that if my wanton attire or nakedness is to attract the sexual attention of a male I will resist his advances unless my Master gives me permission to be raped 8. Although Master may give out permission to use me, this does not imply that I have permission to be used 9. If I am raped and Master is not satisfied that I did not resist, I will be punished 10. I will ask my Master’s permission to use my own body, whether to bathe, piss, or defecate 11. I will only masturbate in front of, and with permission from my Master 12. I will orgasm only with Master’s permission, and then only while his sperm is filling my womb 13. If Master chooses to lie between another Cunt’s legs and fill her box with his sperm I will assist him in any way he wishes to achieve his goal 14. I will take no precautions, if I am impregnated it is because I am a cunt and born to be bred Punishments for failure to follow these rules will be meted out at Master’s pleasure * * * * * Because of her jealousy she had the most difficulty with rule 7 but I made it clear that among others I had had my eye on her snot nosed sister for some time and fully intended to fuck her, rape her if necessary, as well I placed her in position for reading the document, kneeling, knees spread, shoulders back, informing her that that position was the one I would expect from her whenever she was awaiting orders, and she read the rules outlining her new position in life. Then she signed the document after which I buried my cock deep into her throat, holding her head tightly against my groin and letting the gagging reflex of her throat milk my cum out of me. Slave Wife It had been a match made in heaven. John and Elaine were madly in love. Her father had just died and her mom was ill with cancer. They dated, were engaged and soon married. Her mother died leaving her all alone. Except for John. John took very good care of her. They lived the good life in California and had great sex. Then the recession came. John lost his job and was out of work for a very long time. Things were getting very tight. Then a job working on a pipeline in Alaska came up. John jumped on it. They both moved to a cabin in Alaska and Elaine had a baby. John worked long hours and his coworkers were a rough, unpolished crowd. Constantly talking about their wived giving them head. It began to eat at John. Elaine was never a big fan of blow jobs. John would get one on his birthday and that was it. She never swallowed. After all, she came from a good home and was a proper wife. But John began insisting. Once when she refused, he withheld his paycheck. The cable went off, and they ate beans for a month. Of course John ate at the company cafeteria. Finally she gave in and started giving blow jobs. She felt like a prostitute and not a wife. John did not seem to care. At the company Christmas party she met Jane, another wife from California who had followed her husband up to the oil fields. They hit it off and vowed to have coffee soon. And they did. At their second coffee meeting, Elaine decided to bring it up. She said "I wanted to ask you about something rather personal, I feel I can trust you. Things have changed in our marriage since John came up here." Jand replied "You must be talking about the cocksucking. I know, I hate it too". Elaine was shocked. She was not the only one. Jane went on "It started with Charlie, he talked the guys into pressuring their wives. It keeps the stress level down on the job site." "See, Charlie's wife used to be, well, a call girl, and did it all the time. So he figured that the guys wives wouldn't mind it a bit." Jane replied "So Charlies wife is a professional cocksucker and we sort of got drafted in because of her". "That is correct. We were so vulnerable that it easily happened. What else could we do? So we slowly started down that slippery slope of blow jobs. We were like Stepford wives. Next came the swingers parties." "Swingers parties" exclaimed Elaine." "Oh, I'm sure John will be after you to go to them before long. There you have to give head to the bosses, if John wants to keep his job." Elaine subconsciously gulped and Jane giggled. "We better get you to Andre, the best hairdresser in town. John's boss likes golden blondes". The stark reality of her situation was beginning to hit Elaine. The friend looked at her watch and stood up. "I have to go give Mikes boss some head at 4:00 on his break at work. Mike wants overtime and that is the only way to get it." Elaine gulped again. She bid her friend goodby. When John came home, he had several friends with him. They looked very relaxed and calm. After a few beers, they left. Elaine was starting to stress and then John showed her the company photo he had gotten that day. He pointed out his boss, who was a black man. Being from the deep south, Elaine gulped again. She was going to be expected to blow a black man. Or be out on the street with her baby. And then the night arrived. John was bring his boss home for dinner. He stressed to her how important it was. And he wanted her to do his boss a big favor. Otherwise, he would be laid off. John was getting turned on by the idea of seeing his wife give a blow job to a black man. Then there was a knock at the door. It was Derrick, John's boss. Elaine was nervous. John opened the door and Elaine saw a very fit, very black younger man. He came in and was friendly. He came over to Elaine and gave her a hug and a long kiss on her neck. "I hope you are as good as John tells us all in the break room". Elaine turned 13 shades of red. So everyone knew that she had become a cocksucker. They had a nice dinner. Derrick said "Thanks for going golden blonde for me". Elaine thought, this guy has some balls." Aftr dinner John and Derrick retired to the living room while Elaine cleared the table. When she came into the living room, she noticed that Derrick had a big heart on, so did John. Damn, her husband was getting off on this. What the hell. But they needed to job and she stood Derrick up, unzipped his jeans and got on her knees. It was big and long. She went to town and soon she was swallowing his cum. Finally it was over. Derrick pulled up his jeans, said "You don't have to worry about getting laid off John". And then he left. Then John wanted a blow job. He was so hot from watching her with Derrick. The whole thing passed and Elaine was able to deal with John's new hobby, as he called it. But then Derrick started dropping by. He would show up and want a blow job. Just like that. He threatened to lay John off if she refused. So she went ahead. And he told her that if John found out, that he would be fired, immediately. She had backed herself into a corner. A cocksucking corner. And it went on and on. One day Jane dropped by and saw Derricks truck out front and heard Derricks screams from the bedroom as he came. She left and waited for Derrick to leave. Then she came back. Elaine answered the door, cum still in her hair and rug burns on her knees. Jane confronted her and Elaine admitted that Derrick had been dropping by often for blow jobs. Jane's heart went out to Elaine as she saw her predicament. "Does John know?"Jane asked? Just as Jane had suspected, Derrick had badgered Elaine in to ongoing head. Elaine wept, cum dripping out of her nose and the cum in her hair getting sticky. "I have to get myself cleaned up before John comes home." Jane left and was tearful about the situation. Finally Elaine decided to tell john. "John, there is something I must tell you. For the past 6 months, about 5 times a week, Derrick has been coming by getting blow jobs. You cannot let him know that I told you or he will fire you. And I must blow him in order for you to keep your job. John looked at her in amazement. "Elaine, Derrick was fired the day after we had him over for dinner." Elaine looked at the seaman stained carpet where Derrick like to stand and did not know what to say. She had become a high priced call girl who did it fro free.