JULIA
It was absurd, wasn't it? What an idea; to voluntarily submit myself to the sexual whims of Scott for three weeks. I started to read again, but I couldn't concentrate on the words in front of me. Three weeks wasn't that long. It would be a chance to experience some of what I'd read about and fantasized about for years. And Scott did love me and wouldn't do anything to harm me. Speaking of pussy melting, I could feel myself become wet as I sat here thinking about it, becoming Scott's sexual plaything for three weeks. I'm sure he'd have me doing things I tended to avoid ordinarily, like swallowing when I gave him a blow job, or anal sex, a thing I'd only done once on our fifth anniversary when I was more than a little drunk. Still it was only three weeks. How bad could it get?
God, I had to go into the bedroom and masturbate after twenty minutes, unable to think about anything else. I quickly frigged myself to two orgasms and rather tasty ones at that. There'd have to be some rules, of course. I don't know what he had in mind when he suggested it, but I certainly had my own ideas of what he could get away with. Just thinking about the rules I had to cum again. Come on, Julia. Put it out of your head. You don't have to decide right now. Let logic dictate your actions. Think about it for awhile, come up with some rules, negotiate. After you establish some rules, think about it some more. There's no rush. I wondered what he had in mind. Could this take our already good sex life and send it to another level? Fuck! I had to cum again. Calm down. Breathe.
I finally got enough control over myself to make supper. I didn't say anything to Scott. It was still too early; but we had great sex later that night. It wasn't an earthquake, but maybe the precursor tremors or aftershocks.
The following day, my very good friend and neighbor, Lisa McManus, came over to see me. She and her husband, Jack, had divorced about a year ago. Lisa said that they had just grown apart, having sex less and less as time went on. Jack eventually had an affair leading to their divorce. I had no idea why they stopped having sex. Lisa was cute as a bug, around 5-7 tall, pale skin, dark hair, great figure. Why Jack stopped having sex with her was a mystery to both Scott and I. It's not as if Jack wasn't a bit of a stud muffin either. He wasn't quite as tall as Scott, but he was a pretty tight package. There was no accounting for taste I guess. The woman Jack was with now was half the woman Lisa was, though she was five years younger. Lisa had been hit on a number of times since her divorce and she'd had a couple of brief flings, but nothing stuck, so she was unencumbered. Neither of us had to work, so we spent a lot of time together. Lisa was thirty-five, I was thirty-one and Scott was eighteen months older than I was.
I told Lisa what Scott suggested to me; that I could experience what it was like to be a sex slave for three weeks to see if the dreams nourished by my books was close to the reality.
"Sounds sexy," Lisa said. "Are you going to do it?"
"I don't know. Just thinking about it last night made me masturbate to orgasm four times, and the sex last night was toe curling. You know how much I enjoy those fantasies. But I admit, I'm scared. It's a big leap from my imagination to reality."
"I sometimes wonder if Jack and I didn't let our marriage stagnate by not doing more adventurous things once in awhile. How's the sex normally?" Lisa asked
"The sex is good. Scott's a considerate lover and tries to ensure I have a good time. We don't bungle in the jungle as much as we did when we were newlyweds, but we still have sex once or twice a week."
"I wish I was getting it once or twice a week. I suspect if Scott has you agreeing to this, it will be more like once or twice a day."
My pussy got damp thinking about it.
"So how long do you have to decide?" Lisa asked.
"He told me to think about it for a week or so and we could negotiate the rules. I'd expect there'll be lots of nudity, and maybe some things I'm not normally willing to do."
"What don't you like to do?"
"I don't like to swallow during oral sex and I don't do anal. I tried it once on our fifth anniversary when I was really drunk and it was mostly painful."
"Drunk is not the way you want to do anal," Lisa said. "You need to build up to it a little, and some control is required so the man doesn't pound you like a tent stake. Drunk is not good when control is needed. Plus, most men don't cum as quickly when they're drunk so they last longer. Not good if you're taking it up the Hershey highway. Don't you find not swallowing to be a lot messier? I mean, unless you have a rag handy, he's going to spray it all over the bed, or you."
"I usually have to change the sheets after doing oral," I admitted. "Do you do anal?" I asked, intrigued to know this about my friend.
"I've been known to surrender the poop chute. I don't do it often, but I tend to enjoy it when I do. I usually have an enema if I plan on doing it. It's a lot cleaner that way. Otherwise, it's nice to have a wet washcloth handy to clean the cock afterward."
"Why the hell did Jack divorce you?" I asked. "You sound much more adventurous than I do in the bedroom."
"Hey, I don't have the answer to that one. If I did, I wouldn't be divorced, would I? What kind of rules are you considering?"
"No sex with anyone else, obviously. Sounds too risky for my marriage. I suspect Scott wouldn't want me having sex with anyone else anyway, but better safe than sorry."
"Kind of defeats the point of sex slavery, doesn't it? You're reading stuff about being sold to multiple men. Isn't it part of your fantasy to be used by more than one?"
"You and Scott both? I can't believe you. It's a fantasy. Doesn't mean I want it for real."
"I'm kind of a 'where there's smoke, there's fire' kind of girl. If you think about it, doesn't it give you a tingle to think multiple men could use you?"
Oh, she was so right. I had the tingle now. Still, I couldn't imagine Scott would allow me to have sex with other men. To the best of my knowledge, he took his marital vows very seriously, and I'd never had reason to think he ever did more than look at another woman. "I doubt it will be in his rules for my slavery," I said.
"You don't know what his rules are yet, do you?" Lisa asked.
"No. If I think I want to do it, we'll sit down and negotiate. He hasn't said anything about his expectations. It sounded like he wanted to do it for me; to let me play out my fantasies, though I know he's thinking of maybe playing out some of his own. I know he's read some of the stuff I've been reading to see what's going on in my imagination. That scares me a little, him knowing what I've been reading. I'm thinking he might have some very powerful triggers aimed straight at my pussy."
"That can't be all bad," Lisa said. "I wish someone had some aimed straight at mine."
"Do you have any ideas for rules I might want to impose if I choose to go through with this?"
"Well, if you're not used to anal sex, you might want to negotiate for your ass to be prepared."
"Prepared how?" I asked.
"For him to use progressively larger butt plugs for three or four days to stretch your anus out and get you used to having something in your rectum. It's what I did before engaging in anal sex."
We talked a little longer about what some of my rules should be. Like every day for the next three days. Every day after we finished talking, I was in my bedroom with my vibrator, taking the edge off. More and more, I was thinking I'd like to try this, but I was still scared. Scared not so much I wouldn't be able to get through three weeks, but maybe I'd want more than three weeks. What would happen to my marriage then?
SCOTTAbout a week after I first suggested it, I received a text at work from Julia saying she'd like to discuss what rules I had in mind for her slavery, if she decided to go through with it. I'd already prepared a written list of rules I was considering, drawn up after consulting with the source material in her books.There was one thing I was having a problem with. I knew at least some of her fantasies revolved around multiple men using her. Letting her have sex with other men would be hard. This swirling blackness filled my head every time I tried to imagine her with anyone else, and it wasn't pretty. It was not one of my fantasies to see my beautiful wife having sex with other guys.Let's face it, if she ever had sex with someone outside our marriage under normal circumstances, I'd divorce her in a heartbeat, no matter how much I loved her, and I loved her to the moon and back. I'd always questioned the stories of men who didn't care if their wives slept with other men, and even
JULIAAfter our discussion, Scott took a shower and went to sleep. I lay beside him listening to his relaxed breathing, thinking about Scott's proposed rules. The fact Scott even hinted I might be having sex with someone else shocked hell out of me. When he said it would be my choice, I thought it was some kind of test or trap, trying to determine if I would remain faithful to him. The suggested example he gave me threw me though. Would he really give me a choice between remaining naked in front of my parents and sex with another person? It was a horrid example, and one I hoped would never come true. I really would need to ensure by parents never unexpectedly dropped in.I suppose it was the worst example he could have given me to test the boundaries of what I'd consider to avoid sex with another man, but he must have other examples that would test my willingness to consider sex with someone else, otherwise, why mention it. If it was my choice, I could always choose the other option,
SCOTTIt sounded more and more as if Julia would choose to proceed. If she did, I should be prepared. I thought again about what I contemplated, and what pitfalls might be expected. I loved Julia more than anything and never wanted harm to come to her. So, no matter what happened, I needed to ensure she couldn't or wouldn't be hurt. I checked the internet and found a woman who advertised herself as a dominatrix. I contacted her."Hello, Mistress Dark, speaking.""Hi, my name is Scott and my wife and I are considering letting her explore a brief period of sexual slavery.""Do you want me to take over her training?""Uh, no. I want to be her owner/dominant, but not knowing anything about it but what little I've read in popular fiction, I need to learn more so I don't inadvertently do anything which might harm her in any way. I'd like you to give me some pointers before we start, because it looks like she's going to go through with it.""I can help with that. When would you like to start
JULIAAfter supper and listlessly watching TV for a couple hours, I went to bed with my laptop and searched for Mistress Dark on the web. She had a professionally designed web page showing what services she offered. A lot of them were directed towards offering her services to subs without dominants, but she also offered training, and sold products for the well equipped slave owners home. Her website showed photos of many of the furniture products in use, with only the genitals or breasts of the model blacked out. As I looked at some of them, I felt myself get wet again, imagining myself displayed and used like this, uncompromisingly serving a demanding owner. I needed to cum again. I took off my clothes and got a nice six inch vibrator from my nightstand.Turning it on, I slowly slid it into my slick pussy. Oh, heavens to betsy, I needed this. I was thrusting it back and forth in my sheath about three minutes from my first orgasm when I heard the front door open and Scott call out, "H
SCOTTI hadn't heard from Julia all day. It wasn't exactly unusual, but I often received at least a text or two, if not a phone call. She probably went out shopping or something with Lisa. Lisa was home now, though; she waved to me from her front porch, a big grin on her face. I waved back.I liked Lisa. She was good people and a regular member of the guys Thursday night poker game. She was the only woman allowed, because she was a good poker player and could dish it out as good as she got, and didn't mind the mild flirtation and sexual innuendo we frequently tossed her way. She made up the sixth. We never played with less than five and never more than six. Five or six was the perfect number for us. We were scheduled to play at her house this Thursday. My house and hers always had the best snacks to go with the cold beverages. Her house because she was a good cook, and my house because Julia was. The other four regular guys were single. When we needed another due to sickness or other
JULIAI was still in bed at 9:00 the next morning, having blown off spin class, when Lisa called. Who the hell needed aerobics after a night like last night."I couldn't wait any longer. I'm dying of curiosity. Did your plan work?""It worked like a charm," I replied. "You are talking to a very happy and slightly sore woman right now. I'm not horny for the first time in weeks.""Oooh. How many times?" Lisa asked."How many times did I get fucked, or how many times did I cum?""Both. Don't hold back.""Let's see. I got fucked three times with his cock, twice with his fingers, and I orgasmed," mentally counting, "eight, no, nine times.""Nine times. Fuck! I'm coming over. I want all the juicy details.""Oh, it was plenty juicy," I said. "Give me fifteen minutes. You caught me in bed, still sleeping, I was so worn out. Let me brush my teeth, put a robe on and start coffee.""Fifteen, no more. Bye.""Bye." Click.I slipped on my robe, brushed my teeth and had the coffee started before she
SCOTTI left before Julia got up. I left a note for her telling her she could wear her collar for most of the day, but to take it off by four PM and leave it on the kitchen table along with her cuffs. As for clothes, she had to put on older underwear, t-shirt and pants or shorts, nothing new or expensive. She didn't know it yet, but I had some plans for tonight. Oh, she knew I had plans, but not what they were.On my way home, I stopped at the same shop where I'd picked up her collar and cuffs and picked up a set of four glass anal plugs. They were graduated in size from four inches in length and an inch and a quarter in width to six inches by two and a half. I also got an anal vibrator, six by two inches. The box said in addition to beads rotating around the narrow part of the plug at the sphincter, the vibrations extended up through the top to pleasantly stimulate the vagina as well. It might be fun to have her wearing it when I had sex with her, wondering how the vibrations would t
JULIAI silently cursed the name of the man who invented the Slave Trainer and damned him to hell. It could only be a man who'd invented a device to keep a woman on the edge of orgasm without granting her relief. It would be like hooking a man's cock to an automatic milking machine and setting it to run until it had a gallon of cum. After keeping me in a state of arousal for six hours last night, Scott was at it again this morning. It wasn't so bad suffering his cumming in my mouth for the pleasure of my release; the damn thing did a fine job of making me cum when he allowed it to and the orgasms were both powerful and a welcome relief from the constant need.The biggest problem was the time it took Scott to recover afterwards. He didn't turn it off while he recharged and I was left hanging until the next time he was able to orgasm. I could easily be climaxing every ten to fifteen minutes, but he had no hope of keeping up with me that often. It was frustrating waiting for him when all