5 comments/ 48304 views/ 20 favorites Ashley's Journey By: Jwhit2009 We sat at the table, just the three of us. James, my wife, and I. There was no small talk, no 'how do you do, I 'm James.' It's not like they didn't know each other, after all we had chatted online, she had exposed herself to him on the web cam. But this was different, this was real and it was happening right in front of me. The noise of the bar seemed distant as I watched his hands rub her bare legs, slowly moving up under her skirt. I could hardly breath, as he leaned in to kiss her. Like a good sub, she looked over at me for permission. "Go ahead." I told her. I watched the surreal seen before me. My wife kissing this stranger, as his hands explored under her skirt. I could see her turn towards him, opening her legs, inviting him in. How the hell, did we get to this point? What was I doing letting my wife get seduced by another man? ----------------------------------------------------- Part I Ashley Ashley was just 23 when I met her. I had finished my residency in radiology and had then joined a large group practice based out of a hospital. Ashley was one of many receptionists, but she quickly caught my attention. Cute and innocent, she looked 19 not 23. She was always polite and professional. Never gossiped, or complained like a lot of the others. At lunch I would find her reading a book in a corner of the cafeteria by herself. At first I would sit at the table next to her, occasionally making small talk. Eventually, I worked my way to her table. I had to do most of the talking since she seemed shy, but I persisted as something about her made me want to know more. Ashley had graduated from a small local Christian liberal arts college with an English major, and she wanted to be a writer. Being a receptionist was not her ideal job but it paid the bills and allowed her to move out on her own. I was ready to ask her out when I found out she was seeing one of the orderlies at the hospital. I must admit I was actually shocked to find out who she was dating. She had never mentioned him in our conversations. He was nothing like the type of person who I would expect her to date. His name was Andy and he was known for dating a lot of the younger women in the hospital. He was a tattooed biker dude, the bad boy. I guess it's true what they say. I just never expected it from her, so I stopped our lunch time ritual. A few days later she approached me. "Hey, where you been?" she asked. I was caught off guard and did not really have an answer for her. "Just keeping up with my work. Don't wanna get behind," I said, trying to sound serious. She just stood there, looking at me. She sure was cute, not super tall, just over 5 feet I would guess. Skinny in the middle with a nice round ass. She was in a skirt, her smooth milky white legs exposed. Her hazel eyes looking at me expectantly, like I was supposed to know what to do, what to say next. The silence lasted too long. "So what brings you here?" I asked. Again she just stood there looking at me, then to my surprise, almost angrily, she said, "I thought you would ask me out at some point. Why didn't you ask me out?" I was shocked, where was the shy girl that would hardly talk to me at lunch? "I, uh, thought you where dating someone," I said. "I'm not dating anyone." "What about Andy?" I asked. "Andy?" she replied with a shrug, "that was nothing, just a fling." I would like to tell you our first date was amazing, an instant connection. But honestly, she hardly talked. When I asked her what she wanted to drink she looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language. It took her forever to decide what she wanted to eat. After discussing the weather, and all the current events I could think of we just sat there eating our food in silence. The odd part was, she didn't seem to mind the silence, she actually seemed to be enjoying herself. Having nothing else to talk about, I finally decided to ask her about Andy. "I don't know," she said, "I guess I was just kinda curious, all the other girls seemed to like him. I actually thought he was kind of a jackass. Yet, I was flattered when he noticed me. He started hitting on me and I figured, what the heck, lets see what he's all about." Hmmm, I thought to myself. I had some ideas and wondered if she had found out. "And?" I asked. After a long pause, the wheels turning in her head, she said, "there wasn't much there. He is a jackass." Case closed. I figured she had went out with him, and he moved too fast for a girl like her, so she ended it. Over the next 2 weeks I actually tried to avoid her. I knew if I went out with her we would be dating, and this was the kinda girl that wanted a long term relationship. She was innocent and kind, she might even be a virgin. Did I really want to deal with all of that? The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her. So If I wasn't serious I knew I shouldn't even go out with her. She however, had different plans. It wasn't long before Ashley's head popped in the back office where I was reading films. "Hey, wanna catch a movie this weekend?" she asked. "What movie?" "The new Star Wars movie, The Phantom Menace, I've been waiting for this for years," she said. Hmm, a chick that likes Star Wars movies. That's kinda hot, I thought. "Ok. Sounds fun, dinner first?" "Sure," she replied. We went to the 9:30 showing and the movie did not get out until late. She was different in the car, chatty, more than usual. "Go ahead ask me anything," she said, wanting to talk more. "Ok, tell me the wildest thing you did in college." She thought for a while, then told me her college was pretty tame. There hadn't been much partying like there was at other schools. They even had to sign contracts stating that they would not have premarital sex, drink or dance. "Wow. We had coed floors at my school. Its almost like they encouraged us to have sex," I said jokingly. "I grew up in the church," she added. "It was the center of our life. Until the Pastor at our church was caught embezzling funds. Kind of hurt my whole family." "So how do you feel about religion now?" I asked. "God is still a big part of my life, but I feel there is more out there and I'm willing to learn, be a little more open minded. I think I've always have had some questions deep down inside but never had the chance to explore those feelings." When we arrived at her place, I walked her to the door, then leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Our first kiss was nice, her lips soft, she pushed her body into mine. Did she know what she was doing? I think with almost any other girl I would have asked her to come inside, but with Ashley I just said good night and went on my way. We talked on the phone several times that week after that second date. I was starting to really enjoy her company. We were becoming comfortable with each other. I liked that I didn't have to be fake with her. I felt I could tell her pretty much anything and she would understand. I was also enjoying getting to see her shield come down. Allowing me to get to know the real Ashley. "I did something really bad last night," she told me one night on the phone. What could that be I wondered, as all sorts of perverse images flashed through my head. "What was that?" I asked. "I stayed up until 3am and finished my book." I started laughing, I just couldn't help myself. "What's so funny?" she asked. "I'm sorry Ashley, but most people don't consider staying up to 3am reading as a really bad thing." "Well, I guess I'm just not as wild as you. What do you consider a bad thing?" she asked. "Shit. Where should I start?" I thought to myself. I didn't want to scare her. It's not like I've had such a crazy, wild life, but compared to her...well, she freaked out when I drank a beer. What will happen when I tell her I started getting stoned at the age of 14? "In college I was in a strip poker game." As I said it, I realized how silly it sounded. "Did you loose?" she asked. "Yep." "Well, I wonder how that looked," she said with a naughty tone I had not heard before. Ashley came over for dinner that weekend. I made stir fry for us with brownies for dessert. I had a bottle of wine, and to my surprise she actually liked it. After dinner we sat on the couch, and watched a movie. I had my arm around her and she snuggled in against me. She felt good, like she belonged there. We kissed a few times during the movie. My hands started to explore. That's when I found her belly button ring. "Hey what's this?" I asked. She lifted her shirt up and flicked the ring back and forth looking at me. "Do you like it?" she asked. "Yea its sexy, but I'm kinda surprised you have one." Ashley explained that she had gone out to the bar one night with a few people from work. She said that she did a lot of things that night that she had never done before, like doing shots at the bar, and the next thing she new a few of them where getting their belly buttons pierced. I pulled her towards me and started kissing her. For some reason I felt that her having the belly button ring was a sign she was not so innocent. I reached down and started to lift her shirt up over her head until she stopped me. "No, we better not do that." "Sorry," I said. "Oh, I don't blame you for trying. But I have a bad habit of not being able to stop." I liked the sound of that. I looked into her eyes trying to get a read on what she was thinking. "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "Are you a virgin?" "No," she said, "haven't been since college." "I thought you weren't allowed to have sex in college?" "I don't follow all the rules," she answered with a devilish grin. At that point I realized I wanted her. I kissed her and pulled her to me. Letting my hands wander, hoping to turn her on. She stopped me a few times. I was ready to give up until I found a spot on the back of her neck and I felt her body relax. I reached my hand under her shirt and went to cup her breast. That's when she stopped me again. "I should go home. If I stay any longer I wont be able to say no." "Don't." I said. "Stay here with me tonight." "No, that would not be good." "Oh come on, we can just cuddle." "I'm not that naïve," she said. "Well it's worked for me before," I said with a smile. I walked her out to her car, and kissed her one more time. She let her hand rest on my chest and I could see her thinking. I believe at that moment if I had wanted to I could have pulled her toward the door and she would have followed me in. I didn't though. I let her go home. I did call her the next morning. Told her I was gonna hang out at the apartment pool if she wanted to come by and join me. To my surprise, she showed up with an overnight bag. "The a/c died in my apartment, mind if I crash at your place?" To this day, she insists the a/c was not working, but admits she didn't mind having an excuse to stay over. Of course I said "Yes." We hung out at the pool. She looked great in her bikini and I enjoyed watching both guys and some girls check her out. We playfully flirted with each other in the pool. I pulled her towards me into my arms. Our almost naked bodies touching. I was sure she could feel the effect she was having on me. It was difficult but I had to behave myself as others where around. When we got back to the apartment she excused herself and went to the restroom. She returned with her towel wrapped around her. I reached up and slowly pulled the towel off her body and to my delight she had removed her bathing suit. I stood there, starring at her hot young body. Her breasts where perky, nipples erect with excitement. She shivered and her milky white skin filled with goosebumps. I pulled her towards me pressing the heat of my body against her cool skin. Our lips connected, tongues darted in and out of each others mouths. My hands started to explore. She was not resisting. She wanted this as bad as I did. I lead her into the bedroom, and laid her on the bed. I got down on my knees between her legs. Her neatly trimmed pussy was now inches from my face. I used my hands to spread her lips, causing her little pink clit to protrude forward. I stuck out my tongue and for the first time tasted my Ashley. She tasted great, and was wiggling with excitement with every lick. Her pussy was dripping. I expected her to cum any minute, but felt her hands pull me up towards her. "I want you," she softly breathed, sending a shiver down my spine. I was hard as a rock as I reached for the condom. I placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her soaked pussy and teased her for a minute. I could feel her pushing towards me, wanting me inside her. This was a girl on fire, wanting it, needing it. I couldn't hold back for long and buried myself inside her. Her pussy felt so good and tight as I moved in and out. Ashley's hands slid up and down my body. She grabbed my ass and pulled me deep inside her. It was a good thing I had jerked off the night before, otherwise I probably would have exploded within the first minute. I so wanted her to cum and just when I thought I wouldn't make it I felt her body tense up, her finger nails digging into my back. I pushed my pelvis against her clit as her orgasm erupted. Her body became very sensitive, and ticklish. She moved away, pulling me out of her. I held her against me. My cock was throbbing as I was so close to cumming. As soon as I felt her relax I got back on top of her and with a few good pumps shot my load. We laid there in each others arms for some time without talking. I moved her on her back and traced her breasts and nipples with my fingers. They were perfect. Her nipples were large and easily excited. In fact I loved the way her whole breast seemed to get hard with desire. I told her how hot she was. She blushed and buried her head in the pillow. "How would you like me to shave for you?" Was what she asked me after our first time having sex. It took me a minute to figure out what she was asking. No past girlfriend had ever asked me anything like that before. I didn't even have an answer. "I don't know," I said. "I guess what ever is comfortable for you." She then told me that she didn't usually cum from penetration and pulled me on top of her for a second round. We had a lot of great sex that weekend. She had great stamina and seemed to want it as much, if not more, than I did. We spent most of that weekend in my apartment naked. Life was good. Part II Andy Over the next few months we spent a lot of time together. One day when we were at her place getting some things she needed, when she handed me a bag. She had a look of guilt on her face and as soon as I opened the bag, I knew why. It was a bag full of sex toys. There were 2 different size dildo's, a large thick blue vibrator, anal beads, an egg shaped vibrator and a bottle of lube. Holy crap did I have the wrong first impression of this girl. "Where did all this come from?" I asked "Andy took me to a sex shop, helped me pick out a few things." "So you have used all this stuff? With him?" "Yes," she said, avoiding eye contact. "You enjoy all this stuff?" "I found it fun," she said quietly. Fun?, I thought to myself, that's an odd way of putting it. She pulled out the blue vibrator. "This is my favorite," she said. "I call him big blue." "Hmmm, wanna show me? I asked. Ashley's face turned red and I was ready for her to say "no way!" Instead she walked over to her bedroom window and closed the blinds. She then took her clothes off, laid down on the bed and grabbed big blue. Starting slowly, she rubbed it against her pussy, not yet inserting it. At first she seemed very aware that I was watching, but soon her eyes were shut, her head tilted back and her body started to get into a rhythm. She would alternate the speed of the vibrations as she continued to rub the vibrator on her pussy, spreading her legs wide so I could see her clitoris sticking out. After a few minutes she started to insert big blue. Pulling it out and rubbing some more. All of a sudden her breathing rapidly increased, her body started to shake and then she climaxed. She folded her legs and rolled over on her side. I sat down on the bed next to her. "That was so damn hot," I said. "I liked that you where watching," she said seductively as she reached around to feel my hard on. I was busting out of my pants. Ashley turned to face me, unzipped my pants and took me in her mouth. She had given me a blow job before, but this time was different. She was really into it. Like she was enjoying it more than I was. As if she couldn't get enough of me. I had never had a blow job like this. It didn't take me long and I told her I was gonna cum, but, she didn't stop and she let me cum in her mouth drinking every last drop. We laid on her bed for awhile touching and kissing each other. "You're not as innocent as you let on," I said to her. "What do you mean?" "I mean you seem very young and inexperienced. When I ask you what kinda crazy things you have done, you didn't have an answer for me." "Well, we were just getting to know each other," she said. "I couldn't tell you I had a bag of sex toys at my apartment." "True," I thought. "So what is the craziest sexual thing you have done?" I asked once again. I could see her mind spinning. Was this because there was a lot of stuff she had done? Or was it because she just didn't feel right telling me at this point? I knew I needed to be more specific if I wanted an answer. "How did you loose your virginity?" "My boyfriend in college. Took us almost a year. We had done pretty much everything up to that point." Ashley told me that their sex life had been pretty tame. That she actually seemed to have enjoyed it more than he did. He was always worried about getting caught. She knew there was more out there, but just needed the right guy to show her. "So how did you end up with Andy of all people?" Ashley explained to me that Andy would always come by her desk, tell her how nice she looked, try to make small talk. Out of curiosity she started to return the compliments, and flirt back. So one day Andy asked her if she was wearing panties under her skirt. She said yes. He told her he would be back by in a half hour. She should have them off and show them to him. "Wow," I said getting hard again. Ashley told me that she had decided that she wasn't going to do it. The nerve of him, she thought. But she couldn't stop thinking about it and she was getting wet, soaked. She found herself going into the bathroom where she removed her panties. When he came back by the front desk things had become busy. Ashley saw him point down a hall and excused herself for a moment. She met him in the hall and with her heart racing she handed him her panties and her phone number, turned, and went back to the desk without saying a word. "Holy fuck. You really did that?" "Do you think I'm a slut?" she asked coyly. "Yeah babe, one sexy, hot, little slut," I said with a smile on my face. "He called me that night." "Well of course he did." "I was still living with my parents. He invited me over. So I told them I was going to a friend's and went to his place. He had a pool and told me to bring a swim suit. I remember being in the back room putting my suit on, knowing it would be off soon." I couldn't take it anymore, the image of a young innocent Ashley at this older guy's place giving herself up to him. I was so turned on. I got on top of her and she was wet and ready. We fucked without saying a word to each other but I'm sure we were both thinking of the same images. Over the next few weeks I learned more and more about Andy and Ashley's exploits. He would tell her to come to work without panties on and then he would go down on her in a supply closet or fuck her from behind in the stair well. Ashley's Journey "The risk of getting caught was part of the turn on," she explained to me. Each time that he would tell her what he wanted her to do she would think to herself "no way am I gonna do that," but would then find herself the next day doing exactly what Andy wanted. "I don't know why I kept going back. The actual sex wasn't even that good." "It was the situation," I told her. "You liked the naughtiness of it all." "I did. What does that say about me?" "It says you're a normal human with pervy thoughts like the rest of us," I told her smiling. Eventually she moved into her own apartment, and one day Andy showed up with a camera. Over the next few hours he took pictures of her in all kinds of outfits, in all kinds of positions. I watched as Ashley walked into her closet and came out with a shoe box. I opened the box, smiled, and started looking through the pictures that were contained inside. Images of Ashley in sexy outfits, slowly being undressed. They where very suggestive pictures, but none where she was fully exposed. She looked great and you could tell she was enjoying showing off for the camera. At the bottom of the box was another set of pictures in an envelope. These were from an older 35mm camera. "What are these?" I asked. "Oh those are some pics I took years ago to surprise my first boyfriend." "May, I see them?" "Ok, if you don't laugh. I was only 19." I opened the envelope and pulled out the pictures. There was Ashley. Her hair was longer, darker. Her eyebrows thicker, her face and body younger. You could tell she took these pictures on her own. Up in her bedroom. There were pictures of her cleavage, some of her in a nightie. In the next 3 pictures she was completely naked, but she had positioned herself so that all her private parts where hidden. Her body was very sexy, but what I really noticed was her eyes. It was as if you could see the naughty girl just trying to get out. I now realized that Ashley might be shy and innocent but that she also had a very naughty side that had been trying to get out for years. I put the pictures down, and pulled her towards me. I kissed her hard, my tongue exploring her mouth. She responded, kissing me back, our bodies pressing against each other to get as close as possible. I took a step back and told her to undress for me. I loved how she would always do exactly what I asked. I watched as she removed her top and unclasped her bra exposing her perky breasts; her nipples were as hard and excited as I was. She slid off her shorts, and then her panties. She was neatly trimmed, her legs restless and ready for me. Still dressed, I moved back to her and wrapped her in my arms again, feeling her naked body against my clothes. I reached my hand down between her legs and felt her wetness on my fingers. I turned her around and bent her over the bed. I pulled my cock out and pressed it against her cunt, teasing her with my head. I entered her slowly, using her hips as handles for my thrusts. I noticed the pictures were still spread out over the bed. I had never been very good at talking dirty, but with Ashley it just seemed to come naturally. "Look at those pictures of yourself," I told her. "What a naughty girl you are." I saw her head look up and watched as she looked over the pictures while I was fucking her from behind. "Do you like being a naughty girl, Ashley? I asked. "Oh, yes I do," she responded lustfully. "I am a very bad girl," she added. I pulled out and shot my load over her back. I did not let her clean up but spun her around and dove down between her legs. It didn't take her long and she came hard. The relationship with Andy went on for about three months. It was mostly based on them getting together to have sex. Ashley told me about the time he showed up at her place in a Limo. He came up to her apartment and handed her a wrapped box. Inside was a sexy dress. He had her put it on with no undergarments. She said the dress was not see through but that it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Andy led her out to the car and the Limo driver held the back door open for them. "Hello lovely lady," said the older driver as he helped her get into the car. They sat in the back seat while Andy leaned forward and told the driver something. He sat next to her on the seat and as soon as the car was moving Andy started kissing her, telling her how hot she looked. His hand moved under her skirt, parting her legs. She leaned back letting him explore her, and then he went down on her. "What about the driver?" I asked. "Oh, he was driving I guess." "You're lucky he didn't crash." I said, smiling. "How far did you go? Did he undress you?" I asked wondering just how much the Limo driver got to see. "The dress never came off but ended up wrapped around my waist," she said, blushing. I imagined her naked, spread out in the back of the Limo, Andy between her legs, and the Limo guy watching the show. I was so turned on. "Did he make you cum?" "Yes," she answered. Just when I thought she couldn't surprise me anymore, Ashley told me about another guy she had a fling with. "Magnum," she called him. She told me she went out one night with a bunch of work friends. Magnum was a friend of one of the other girls' husbands. He took a quick liking to Ashley and she said he was great eye candy. He paid for all her drinks and then got her out on the dance floor. After about 30 minutes of them grinding together, he asked her if she wanted to cool off outside. When they got to the parking lot he didn't take long to pull her into his arms, and kiss her. She didn't resist and was enjoying his hands all over her. He led her to his car and into the back seat where they started to undress each other. This is when he got his nickname as his cock was huge and thick. He pulled out his Magnum condom and was ready to fuck her when their friends came pounding on the window. Ashley told me they invited her to come over to their house where Magnum was sleeping for the night, which she did. She ended up fucking him on the couch, but to me the hottest part of the story was that Ashley caught her friend's husband spying on them as they fucked and admitted to me that she enjoyed being watched. Ashley told me that for a few weeks she juggled both Andy and Magnum. Sometimes having sex with Andy during the day and Magnum in the evenings. Then one night she and Andy went out to dinner and he was a jerk to the waiter. She had had enough and that was their last date. She told him the next day they were over. Magnum, size and all, was not the best lover, he had a difficult time keeping it up and seemed to have the IQ of a 15 year old. So she ended it with him too. "I had decided I needed a break. Just wanted to be single for a while," she explained to me. "Then this charming doctor started chatting with me at lunch," she said with a smile. Part III: My Slave She knew before I did, women usually do. We were in love. Yes, our sex life was great; I've never had better. But there was more, lots more. We had the same interests, the same goals in life, and shared the same family values. We both would rather stay home on a Saturday night and watch a movie, have sex, and then sleep in the next morning. We enjoyed going out for nice dinners and sharing dessert. She truly was my other half. Soon she was at my place more than she was at her own. I decided that it was time I bought my own place instead of renting. Of course I asked Ashley to help me find a place. We never talked about it but we both new we were looking for a place for the two of us. For our place. At first she kept her apartment but was never there anymore. It didn't take long for us to move her things to our house. I asked her to marry me about 6 months after we moved in together and we got married a year later. Looking back at those first few years of marriage I can now see a pattern; signs of her personality showing through. She would follow me around the house, waiting to see what I was going do next. If I was on the computer, I would see her walk by checking on me every now and then to see if I was doing the same thing, or had moved on to something else. Besides reading, she didn't seem to have any other hobbies. She wasn't a TV watcher but would sit next to me on the couch and read while I watched my shows. Eventually, I called her out on this behavior. She said that she was unaware of it and seemed to apologize, but also seemed hurt, as if I didn't want to hang around with her all the time. I told her that this was not the case but that we each just needed to have our free space, our own hobbies. Once we had this conversation she seemed to understand and eventually started to do her own things. After kids came into the picture, this became much easier for her and our relationship fell into a regular routine. Once a month we would go out on a date night. Get a baby sitter for the evening and head out on our own. This was huge fun for us and great for our relationship. When we would get home after having had a few drinks the sex would always be intense and passionate One night, I had her on all fours and gave her ass a little slap before I was about to fuck her. To my surprise she moaned, "oh baby do that again, spank my ass." She was bent over, her ass in the air, waiting, for me to spank her. She wiggled her ass at me . God she looked hot. But I must admit, it was comical at first because I didn't know how hard to spank her. She kept encouraging me, telling me to spank her harder, pushing her exposed pussy and tight little ass hole up towards me. She began breathing hard. I slapped her ass a few more times, then her pussy This sent her over the edge and to my surprise she came. Yes, she orgasmed from a spanking. I spent the next few days researching how to give a proper spanking. I was eager to try out what I had learned on my wife. However, she wasn't in the mood when I tried and actually laughed at me for suggesting the idea, as if that was something she would never do or even consider. I however was hooked on the idea and continued watching video's and reading about guys spanking women. This led me to many sites about dominant men and their submissive women. As I read these descriptions it made me think of my wife. Ashley would let me make all the decisions; she preferred me to handle our budget, plan our vacations. We hardly ever argued, because she always let me get my way. She didn't like it when I would yell or become angry. I was never violent, never hit her, but she doesn't like confrontation. This just frustrated me more. It's not good having an argument with someone who won't argue back. I always felt she was keeping things in or holding things back and I knew this was not healthy for us. She needed to open up with me, be honest with me, to trust me. I wondered if treating her like a submissive wife would work. I started fantasizing about ordering her to take her clothes off and force her to confess to me what she was thinking. If I did not believe she was being honest with me, I would be able to take her over my lap and give her a good spanking. I found these thoughts very arousing. But it would also improve our lines of communication. Our biggest fight occurred when she had spent over $700.00 on a shopping spree. The worst part was that she had tried to hide it from me by putting the expenses on a credit card that she still had from when she was single. She was slowly paying off the debt but was paying an insane amount of interest each month. I remember blowing up when I found out, yelling at her and then storming out. It was not the money that bothered me but the fact that she felt she had to hide it from me. That's what really hurt. I drove my car to a strip mall parking lot and just sat there in silence deciding what I should do. I was angry and imagined coming back home, making Ashley strip and fucking her roughly. Just to get even. The thought got me hard as a rock, which made me feel confused as I was supposed to be mad at her, but instead just wanted to go home and fuck her. I sat in the car for an hour before I called her and told her I was on my way home. She said "okay," and informed me she had called her mom to come and pick up our daughter so we could talk. When I got home she was waiting for me in the family room. She looked like she had been crying, and was wearing a button down shirt with some jeans. I just wanted to take her in my arms, hug her, and tell her everything was gonna be ok. She apologized and told me how bad she felt. I asked her why she felt she had to lie to me and she said, "Because I hate when you yell at me." I told her this only made things worse and she agreed. "I don't blame you. You have every right to be mad at me, I'm not sure why I even did that. I can take back the clothes if you want. I haven't even worn any of them because I felt so guilty." It was weird when it happened. I heard myself say it before I thought about what I was saying. "Take off your clothes," I told her. "What? Why?" she looked confused. "I want you to apologize to me naked," I said. She looked at me for a few moments in silence. I wondered what she was thinking. Then I saw her take off her shirt, and then remove her bra. She undid her jeans, and pulled them down off her legs. She slid her panties down, leaving herself bare and exposed to me. She looked so incredibly sexy. "Tell me again you're sorry." I said. Ashley took in a deep breath, paused and then said, "I'm sorry I lied to you, I never meant to hurt you." With that I couldn't stand it any more. I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. I was not rough with her at all, in fact we made love that evening and remained naked for the rest of the night. For the entire next week, each day at work I would see her in my mind undressing before me, her body shaking as she apologized. She looked so innocent, so vulnerable, I just wanted to protect her. By the time we would go to sleep at night I was ready to explode and fucked her every night that week. Ashley was very willing and enjoyed the nightly sex as much as I did. I started experimenting with her submissive side. I would text her while I was at work and direct her to take off her bra by the time I arrived home. I started ordering her around in bed more than I had in the past. Taking her in different positions. Holding her arms above her head. Pinning her against the wall. I liked to dress her up and take sexy pictures of her in different positions. I loved slowly undressing her and then having great sex. She was both willing and enjoying our new game as well, often calling me "master." I liked when she did that. I told her about the web sites I had found. She too started reading about submissive women. She would often call me at work and tell me how turned on she was. At night we would read stories to each other that we had discovered during the day and then end up having great sex. Life was good and our new found bedroom play was a great addition to an already good sex life. Until Ashley got pregnant with our second child. Don't get me wrong, I love our kids, but they sure slow down adult play time. Her Libido dropped and I was left playing on the internet; reading and chatting with others that have the same pervy thoughts as Ashley and I. It was over a year before we started to get back into the groove and have fun again. "What would you like for your birthday, this year?" Ashley asked. I knew this question would be coming and I had an idea that I was hoping she would be willing to do. "I want you to be my slave for a weekend." I said, hiding my excited anticipation. "Wow, a whole weekend. What would you do?" I explained that I had done some reading on the topic. We would have some limits, some things we both know she wouldn't do. She would have some safe words. I told her "If you use the safe words too much then the game would end." Overall she just had to trust me. She didn't say yes right away. She asked me if she could have a few days to think about it. I found that interesting that she asked, instead of telling me that she needed a few days. Over the next few days, she had many questions and admitted she did not like the unknown. Ashley wanted to know exactly what was going to be asked of her. I gave her some examples but told her I didn't want her to know the specifics. I calmly told her she would be bound, spanked and naked a lot. I would have some new toys for her. I also told her that I know her very well. I know what she can do physically and what she doesn't like. I advised her that she needed to trust me and that I would take good care of her. That if she let go, I believed she would really enjoy herself. That was my goal for the weekend. It took a few more days and more questions, but eventually she agreed. We set the weekend up and had the kids going to grandma's. I couldn't wait to get home from work on Friday and start playing. All week long I had prepared what we would be doing. Teasing her every day with possible ideas of what she would be doing and what I had in store for her. I could tell she was starting to get nervous, very nervous. So I felt it best that we go over our rules and set our boundaries. Safe words; Red means stop. Yellow means slow down or not so hard. Brenda her mom's name puts a stop to the whole game. Limits; No anal. She does not like anal. Nothing that would leave a permanent mark, such as body piercings or tattoos. No public displays. We need to be discreet when out in public. If someone should come to the door, or if someone we know should approach us when we are out, the game will stop until we are alone again. Allowed; You must obey me. You can ask questions. You will be punished if you disobey. Bondage, rope play, rough sex, exhibitionism, all allowed. Punishments; Spankings, bondage, humiliation. Ashley's eyes where huge as saucers as she looked over my list. But she didn't object or protest. Never did she say "no way," never did she look at me and laugh or tell me to fuck off. She was going to go through with it. She was going to be my slave for the weekend. My heart was racing with anticipation. The day finally came and by the time I got home the kids were already gone. The house was cleaned and all the windows by the street had been covered as I had asked her to do. She was wearing her shorts and a snug fitting t-shirt. She had not been allowed to shave her legs and bush in 3 days. We had not had sex in 3 days either and she had not masturbated. We were ready to begin. I told her to wait downstairs while I went up and set up our bedroom. I set our video camera on the tripod and hooked it up so the image was also displayed on the television. This would force her to see herself on the screen. I used a bed sheet to create a back drop and added extra lighting I had brought up from the basement. The room was ready, it was time to get my wife. When Ashley entered the room, she looked surprised but not as nervous as I expected. I told her where I wanted her to stand and then gave her the prepared script I had written for her to read. I told her not to start reading until I said so. The camera was turned on and as I had wanted, the image of her framed on the screen made her smile and squirm at the same time. I hit record and told her to begin reading slowly, clearly, and loudly and to follow the directions. "Hello, my name is Ashley and on this date of June 3rd 2011, I have agreed to give up all my rights, all my freedoms, to my husband Joel for the next 3 days." I watched as her eyes read, her first set of directions. She did not hesitate, and pulled her top up and over her head then placed it on the floor. She looked hot in her red lace bra that I had picked out the night before. I saw her checking her self out on the TV screen. Ashley's Journey She continued to read, for me. "I will refer to my husband as master over the next 3 days unless we are out in public, at which time I will call him honey. I agree to do as he says, when he says. I will ask him for permission to eat, sleep, go to the bathroom and anything else I may need." As directed Ashley slid her pants down, revealing her matching red lace panties. Before she started to read again I told her to slowly spin around. She looked stunning. I was hard already. "I understand that if I fail to follow my masters orders he has the right to punish me as he chooses except for the pre-defined limits we have established. I also understand that at any time I can end this game by saying Brenda." My lovely slave then began to remove her bra and panties as directed. It was odd because I had of course seen her naked hundred's of times before this moment. Yet there was something so hot about this, almost like I was seeing her naked for the first time again. Her body looked great. She has such a sexual energy about her which was evident on the screen. She continued reading. "Having stated the above I, Ashley, now stand here naked, in front of my new master. Ready to serve him as he wishes." She put the directions on the floor and stood there, waiting for her next orders. I told her how hot she looked and watched her blush as she looked at herself on TV. I had her spin for me again. Then I told her to pinch her nipples. I let her enjoy that for a minute. I told her to rub herself for me. She was wobbly, her knees buckling as she touched herself. "You wet slut? "Oh yes." she responded breathing hard. "Yes master." I reminded her. "Yes master." she replied while still touching herself. I told her to stop and place her hands up behind her head. I left her standing there and went into the closet and pulled out some rope I had stashed away with some other toys for the weekend. I tied her wrists together behind her back, then pulled the rope between her legs and up along her front and around her neck. I told her to get on her knees. With the camera still rolling I had her suck my cock. I treated her mouth like a hole and started fucking her face. Every once in a while I pushed my cock down her throat until she gagged, all while tightly holding the back of her head. I'm not huge, about 7' cut, yet I expected her to stop me, to tell me it was too much, but she didn't. In fact it all seemed to turn her on. I was tempted to cum down her throat, but I had done that before. What I wanted to do was something she had never let me do. I pulled my cock out and shot all over her face and then I left her there on her knees and told her to look at her slutty self on the camera. While she sat there I prepared the bed for the next part of the plan. I placed a large plastic garbage bag down on the bed, followed by a couple of old bath towels. I shut off the camera and had Ashley lie down on her back with her ass over the towels. She still had the dried cum on her face and chest and asked for a towel to clean herself up. I said, "no." I told her to spread her legs wide, revealing her wet, hairy pussy. I got a hot cloth and placed it over her cunt for a few minutes. I then rubbed shaving cream over her pubes, and proceeded to shave her bald. This took longer than I had expected but I wanted to be careful as I did not want to cut her. My razor vibrates and I used the handle against her clit, sometimes sliding it inside her. She was moaning and squirming throughout the shave. When I was done I had her get up on all fours, and then shaved her from behind as well. I stood her up and took her to our shower where I bathed her. I allowed her to shave her legs while I watched, and I touched her tits, pulled her nipples, and fingered her bald pussy as much as I wanted. I was really enjoying myself, the control was such a rush and although she wasn't saying much she seemed to be quite turned on as well. When we got out of the shower I dried her off and told her I would give her 20 minutes in the bathroom alone. She could do whatever she needed to do (except masturbate) and should fix her hair, and put on make up as I was taking her out to dinner. When she came out of the bathroom, naked, I had her first of many gifts for that weekend ready for her. Her face was in shock when she opened it and found a remote controlled egg shaped vibrator. I took the egg from her and had her get on the bed. She was still wet and the egg easily slid in. I had her stand and I used the remote to turn it on. Her face lit up. Ashley moaned from the sensations deep within her. "Your gonna make me cum if you do that much," she said. "Your not allowed to cum until I say." "I'll do my best, master," she responded obediently. I had her follow me into the closet and picked out a brown button down top with a thigh high skirt with no undergarments allowed. She had some sexy high heel shoes as well. I took her out to a restaurant in another town since I didn't want to be seen by anyone we knew. The drive was a bit longer but it went fast because I was playing with the remote control. Turning it on until she was squirming, and then right when she couldn't take it anymore I would shut it off. I had her undo the buttons on her shirt and enjoyed reaching in and playing with her nipples. I pulled and twisted more then I usually would, yet again, she didn't stop me or say any of the safe words. The restaurant I chose was one of those romantic fondue places. They give each couple their own private booth. Except for the occasional passer by you really could not be seen. I had told her to button up her top so it revealed just a bit of cleavage before we entered the restaurant. When we were waiting for the waiter I turned the vibrator on and I think we were both surprised at how loud it seemed in the restaurant. I didn't leave it on when the waiter approached. The waiter came and told us about the daily specials. I ordered wine for Ashely and a rum and coke for me. I caught him checking her out and could hardly blame him, her tits looked great in the top she had on. Once he walked away I had her undo one more button on her blouse. I told her how sexy she looked and moved closer to her so I could place my hand on her thigh and gently stroke her smooth leg. I started turning the vibrator on and off in short bursts. When the waiter returned with our drinks, I watched to see if he noticed her extra undone button, if he did he didn't show it. Between the 2nd and 3rd courses I had her undo one more button. It would now be obvious to the waiter. When the waiter returned with the main dish I saw his eyes zoom right in on her cleavage. It was hard for him to hide his surprise. I was so turned on from exposing her to him. I could feel my erection throbbing in my pants. As we ate our meal the waiter returned a few times to make sure we where happy. He was good at making small talk with her and the thought that he was getting turned on by my wife was a huge turn on for me as well. By the time dessert came, Ashley had finished her 2nd glass of wine. My hand had been under her skirt massaging her bald wet pussy throughout the meal. She was squirming as she sat. I turned the vibratory on and watched her expressions. She was trying so hard to contain her excitement. "May I cum master?" She asked, with a whisper. "Not yet." I said, as I turned off the vibrator. I had plans for her, and as hot as it would be to see her orgasm at the restaurant, I wanted to wait. I got up to leave for the restroom and looked down at her from the waiter's point of view. I told her to undo one more button. She did, then seductively moved her arm and turned to the side. I could easily make out her whole tit and some nipple as well. It was so damn hot. I told her if the waiter returned to the table to reach for her wine glass. This would give him a great view. I went to the rest room and took longer then I wanted to as it was hard to piss with an erection. Not knowing what might be going on at our table was making me even harder. Sure enough when I got back the waiter was there chatting with her. I wasn't jealous, in fact, I found the sight of him hitting on her very hot. I was tempted to hand him the remote control when I got to the table. When he saw me coming he excused himself and went past me, not making eye contact. "What happened?" I asked. Ashley had a devilish smile, she seemed to be enjoying showing off as much as I enjoyed showing her off. "He came back with the bill and when I reached for the wine he took a good look down my shirt. He asked me if I enjoyed the dinner and where we were from, and if we had ever been here before. I don't think he looked at my face the whole time," she said with a smile. "Its time to go." I said and I had her do up a couple of her buttons before we walked back to the car. She had to use the restroom on the way out and was in there for quite awhile. When she came out she told me she couldn't pee with the vibrator in and hoped her master didn't mind but she took it out to pee. I asked her if she put it back in and she said she did. She was a natural at being submissive to me and I was really enjoying our evening together. When we got into the car I couldn't stand it anymore. I moved the car to a more secluded parking spot, undid my seat belt and hers, and went down between her legs. She was dripping wet as expected. I told her to hold her lips apart, as I tongued her clit. I continued to use the vibrator, turning it off and on. What really got her going was when I pulled on the string attached to the vibrator. I would pull the vibrator out just past her pussy lips and then push it back in. She grabbed a handful of my hair as she moaned and breathed heavily. "Please master, may I cum?" "Beg me to cum, slut." "Oh please master, be kind to your slut and allow her to cum. You make me so horny master." She sounded almost desperate. "You may cum but I want to hear it, I want you to be loud," I told her. "Thank you master. You're so good to me." I continued licking her tasty pussy and playing with the vibrator. Her entire body was rocking back and forth. It didn't take long and her body erupted. She was shaking, her hands grabbing at me. She was moaning and screaming louder then she had ever done before. It was so damn hot. She was all sweaty when we where done. Panting, with a look of fulfillment. As we drove home we talked about our evening so far. I asked her if she liked being my slave. She told me she did, that this was more fun then she had expected it to be and I was very good at being her master. I don't believe she was just saying those things, I really think she meant it. The smell of her sex and sweat filled the car and I reached over and played with her bald, wet pussy as we drove home. I made her undress as soon as we entered the house. I told her she was to remain naked for the rest of the night. I gave her a half hour of free time, to do whatever she wanted. I pretended to do some things around the house myself but was enjoying watching my slave walk around naked. We ended up on the couch together and started making out. I led her back upstairs to our bedroom. I had her lie down on the bed, face down. I put a pillow under her hips to raise her ass. I then placed velcro cuffs around her wrists and ankles. I surprised her by pulling straps out from under the bed and attaching them to each of her cuffs. She looked so hot tied to the bed spread eagle like that. I took some pictures. I then got out a flogger I had purchased and showed her. The look on her face was priceless. She looked both excited yet scared. I gently stroked the flogger down her back, ass and legs. I used the handle between her legs rubbing up and down her exposed pussy lips. Her entire body shuddered against her restraints. She was so wet, I just wanted to dive in and taste her. Again I teased her ass with the flogger, then without warning, I gave her ass a good swat. She screamed and moaned at the same time, tugging against the cuffs. I repeated the swat a few times on each ass cheek. You could see them starting to redden. I flogged along her back, her legs and inner thighs. Then I flogged her pussy. This really had an effect on her, she started moaning and asking for more. "Please master, punish your slut sir." "Have you been bad?" I asked. "Oh yes master." "How have you been bad?" "I exposed myself to a waiter tonight, master," she said on her own. "Then you deserve to be punished, my little slut." "Yes, master punish your slut." I did a few more swats with the flogger on her ass then dropped it and started using my hand. Her ass was shining red at this point. She looked magnificent. I expected her to ask me to stop but she didn't. I kept going, spanking her more then I ever had. She was enjoying it all. I was so proud and pleased with her. And I was so incredibly aroused. I would spank her pussy a few times then her ass. She was ready to cum again and asked for my permission. I told her to go ahead and cum for her master. It didn't take long and her entire body shook with her shattering climax, her arms and legs pulling against the restraints. I told her how hot she was and how much she turned me on. I removed my pants and mounted her from behind while she was still in the straps. She was soaking wet and I easily slid right in. I started fucking her. She felt so good, tight from this angle, and seeing her pull against the restraints was so damn hot, I came deep inside her in a short time. I left her lying there, panting, while I went to the bathroom, cleaned up and drank some water. I came out and looked at her, enjoying the view of my lovely tied up slave wife. I finally undid her restraints and let her clean up. When she came back I was on the bed naked on my belly. I told her I wanted a massage. She proceeded to give me a great sensual and loving massage over the next hour. She did every part of my body and even sucked my cock at the end. This time I let her swallow my cum and made sure she licked up every last drop,which she joyfully did like a good, obedient slave. We fell asleep naked in each others arms. The next morning we both enjoyed sleeping in without kids around to wake us up. I had her go to the bathroom and told her to clean herself up then come out when she was done. I had another surprise package waiting for her. She opened it up and her mouth dropped open when she saw her new collar with attached nipple clamps. I couldn't stop myself from smiling. I told her to get down on her knees. My weekend slave wife nervously, but obediently complied. I then went behind her and placed the collar around her neck. I could feel a shiver run down her body. It was a powerfully erotic moment. I went around to the front and pinched her nipples to make them nice and erect for the clamps. I applied each clamp and adjusted it so they wouldn't fall off but were not on very tight. I figured there would be plenty of time to tighten them down as the day went on. I took some pictures of my hot and slutty wife on her knees with her new collar and clamps. Then I told her to go downstairs and make pancakes for her master. I remained upstairs and got ready for the day. My head was spinning with images of her exposed at the table the night before, tied to the bed, and now naked in our kitchen with the collar and clamps on. When I got downstairs the pancakes were just hitting the grill. She had my coffee ready and poured it for me as I sat down at the table. "Anything else you need master?" My lovely, naked collared wife asked. I looked her over, she was beaming and really enjoying herself. I told her how hot she looked and I asked her if she enjoyed being naked. She told me at first it was very distracting but she got used to it pretty quickly and was actually now enjoying the sensations. I reached up and tugged on the chains attached to her nipples and collar. She moaned and moved closer to me, her eyes looking up at me with both lust and affection. I pulled her down towards me and gave her a deep tongue kiss, which she eagerly returned. I then spun her around, smacked her ass and told her the pancakes were gonna burn. As we ate our breakfast I couldn't help but take some pictures of her. It was so hot. Seeing her eat with nothing on but the collar and clamps. As soon as we were done I cleaned off the table and told her to get up on top, on all fours. I took some pictures of her with the collar on and the clamps on her nipples. First a few from the front, her tits hanging down, the chains from the clamps dangling below them. Then a few from behind. Her ass looked great and her bald pussy was glistening from her wetness. I fingered her from behind and then went to the cabinet and got a wooden spoon. I smacked her ass with it and I think we were both surprised at how much it stung. She let out a scream and her ass was instantly red where the spoon had made contact. I hit her with it a few more times. I could tell this was really hurting her more than turning her on. Yet for some reason she still wasn't using the safe words. She really was playing the part of sex slave. How did I get so lucky? I thought to myself. I stopped and took some pics of her red ass, then I had her lay down on her back. That's when the phone rang. It was her folks, our oldest daughter had a stomach ache. They were headed to our house bringing the kids home..... Shit. Game over. Part IV Wife becomes a Sub. Having enjoyed our brief moment into the world of master/slave our life took on an interesting change. At night in the bedroom we continued to have great sex and Ashley liked me to toss her around, smack her ass, and take charge, but as soon as we were out of the bedroom we were a regular married couple again. This went on for a few months; every so often I would try to take our new game out of the bedroom. Depending on her mood she would sometimes allow this. If I asked for a drink when I got home, she would gladly get me one. A playful smack on the ass; a passionate kiss in the kitchen when the kids weren't around. Sometimes I would come up behind her and pull her towards me groping her breasts or sliding my hand down her pants. This would sometimes cause a moan or a hug, and some hot kissing in return. Other times I would get a cold shoulder or, worse, plain out rejection. This I found frustrating and it was starting to bother to me. The final straw came when I found out Ashley had lied to me once again. She kept something from me instead of telling me. She said that she didn't want to get me angry. I told her how hurt I was; that I have never lied to her. Yet I felt I had to do some soul searching. Why does the one person in the world I am closest to feel like she can't trust me and tell me things? I decided right then and there not to get angry, not to yell, but to take control and dominate her. "Take off your clothes," I firmly told her in the middle of our discussion about what had happened. She looked up at me, rolled her eyes, but then obeyed and removed her clothes. "Come here and get over my lap." Without hesitation she did as I asked. I placed my hand over her ass and said, "You have lied to me and for that you should be punished. Do you accept your punishment?" I asked "Yes Master," she said quietly. I spanked her ass; it seemed to ring loudly in our room that night. Maybe that was because the kids were sleeping and I didn't want them to hear this. I hardly spanked her. Her ass was barely red. I had spanked her much harder, for much longer when we had played. Yet when I was done, she had tears in her eyes. I pulled her into bed with me. We laid there, her head on my chest. She apologized again and then we drifted off to sleep. It was odd but we seemed closer the next day. I wasn't angry and had forgiven her. I liked the way we had resolved our issue. It felt over to me. In so many arguments that couples have there is never closure. This can build up over years and break a couple apart. I feel this allowed closure for us. It was an illuminating realization.