I Am His Slave

My husband Greg and I had been married for many years before our relationship became what it is today. We always had an active sex life, feeling quite comfortable with each other experimenting sexually came naturally. It was not until we hit a bit of a slump in our love life that we started to try and really mix things up. I had always felt more comfortable with him in charge, when he came up with ideas of things to do I always enjoyed them more than if I had thought of them.

Greg always liked to give my ass a playful smack as I would walk by. I never complained like most woman would have, in fact I kinda liked it. When he suggested one night that he would like to tie me up and fuck me I was surprised yet at the same time I started to get very aroused. That night he took the ties from our housecoats and some soft lengths of cloth and tied me spread eagle on the bed. Greg then told me I was his property for the night and he would do with me as he pleased. I was to call him Master till he was finished and promised me I would love every minute of it. That night didn’t amount to much more than him eating me till I was ready to scream then he moved up to my mouth and I was instructed to suck his cock.

I regularly gave Greg blow jobs but now this was for my Master and it seemed so different. Once he was finished fucking my mouth he moved down and fucked my pussy, not rough but being tied up it was a whole new experience.

After that he did not pursue this type of sexual activity, I guess he did not want to push anything on me that he did not think I enjoyed. But how wrong he was. Not only did I enjoy that night; I could not get the feelings I experienced out of my mind. We had regular sex a few more times after that until one night I could just not reach an orgasm. Greg was getting a little frustrated and was not going to stop until I was satisfied. I could not believe the words that came out of my mouth at that moment but have never regretted telling my Master that “He should stop being so nice and tie his little slave up and treat her like the slut she was!”

Master promptly pulled out of my pussy and turned me over to put me on all fours. He searched through the closet until he found his thin leather belt. He then informed me that a slut slave should be properly whipped before she was fucked. After giving me 6 strong lashes on my behind he mounted me from behind and pushed his cock into my pussy. Master then reached around and grabbed my breasts and started to pull them and squeeze them hard as he pounded up against my freshly whipped ass. He called me his little slut and told me that I was going to be his sex slave from now on. The way he was treating me and the warm and painful feeling from my behind and breasts pushed me over into a fantastic orgasm.

Since that night our Master slave relationship has blossomed and grown. I am now his complete submissive. We no longer have “sex.” My only purpose is to satisfy his sexual desires and if my Master deems it appropriate he will let me reach an orgasm as well. We have documented our arrangement on paper with me signing a slavery agreement giving all rights to my body to him to do so as he pleases and my total commitment to serve and satisfy him in any way he desires. We have a long set of rules that I must follow. My Master has none, I feel totally secure that he would never act in malice toward me because we always had a loving relationship and he always had my interests at heart.

The first and foremost rule is that I am NEVER to wear undergarments and my pussy is to be shaved at all times. This was to ensure his easy access to my flesh. On some occasions he will let me wear slacks but mostly my attire consists of short skirts and blouses. We behave like we always did during day to day activities, but he is always the Master and I know when to act as his slave. In the beginning I slipped up a few times and that night I would be corrected and I have learned that my position is as a sex slave. One time we were shopping and Greg was getting bored and suggested we go home. I was just getting started and protested. I guess I was a little to snippy and he took offence. I immediately knew I was in trouble by the look in his eyes. I apologized but it was too late. We left the mall at that moment and after I had put the purchases away in the trunk of the car he closed the lid and instructed me to remove my skirt. I was shocked! He had never done anything like this in public before. I looked at him with pleading eyes but he would have none of it. He told me to remove my skirt again and this time I slowly complied. My Master then took my skirt and put it in the passenger side of the car leaving my bare ass exposed to anyone walking in the parking lot. All I had remaining was my tank top and high heels. When he came back he was unfastening his belt and preparing to whip my ass right there in the parking lot! For my first offence he said 12 lashes would be sufficient. I was to count them for him and apologize to him after every stroke. After I had received 10 new red streaks on my ass I thanked him for setting me straight and I was allowed to sit beside him in the car, still without my skirt. I was allowed to pull it on just before I got out of the car as we pulled into our driveway. Once inside the house I begged him to allow me to suck his cock. I sucked it like an animal, I was so hot from the treatment that I had received outside the mall. Master is so great, he allowed me to masturbate myself to orgasm as I lay at his feet with my tummy full of his beautiful cum.

My Master has always enjoyed exposing me, and putting me in uncomfortable predicaments in public. One time when we were downtown he came up with an idea. We ducked into an alleyway opposite our car and he had me strip completely naked except for my heels and suck him off. After he had cum on my face he instructed me to put my blouse back on and hand him my skirt. I still had the cum running down my face since he had not instructed me to clean it off. I was never to remove the cum until given permission. He then walked to the car opened his door and handed me the bus fare to get home. My Master then drove away, with my skirt, leaving me hours from home with only enough money to grab a few busses and a long walk back to home. I was completely embarrassed and scared being so exposed and alone. My blouse did cover my ass but walking home and standing on a bus with only its thin fabric and my high heels covering me was very frightening and very arousing. I arrived home with his cum residue still on my face and a sopping wet cunt.

Once my Master knew that I was his total property he began to do things just to amuse himself. He went through a stage where handing me around as a sex toy for other men to enjoy was pleasing to him. I only wanted to please him but if that meant pleasing other men, I would followed his command to do so. I started with only one or two men at a time but then it became like a sport to see how many men his little sex slave slut wife could handle at a time. I was doing 8 to 10 men on average every weekend. Fucking and sucking them, serving them as they degraded me verbally and physically. My Master would look on to be sure I was never harmed seriously but I did receive many a bruise from there rough hands and the abuse my pussy took was astounding. During a weekend it seemed like a constant assault on my pussy, cock after cock stretched me wider and wider. Sometimes two at a time in my pussy. And I swallowed gallons of cum. He would never let them have me in the ass. That was for his pleasure only. I was glad when this phase of having me gang banged, while he watched, dwindled out. Now I could concentrate on pleasing my Master exclusively. I pleasured him more with my mouth and ass than with my pussy, he did not seem to want to fuck me there anymore, it was a very rare occurrence when he did. Even then he would usually not ejaculate in my pussy, he would pull out and slide it into my ass then soon after he would cum.

One night as I was tied to a bench with my legs spread wide and pulled back towards my shoulders, he informed me that after I had fucked so many men my pussy was no longer suitable for bringing him to orgasm. I was too loose and floppy. My Master then informed me that I would never again have his cock in my pussy, I would service him with my mouth and he would fuck me exclusively in my ass. He added that he liked the way my pussy had become so spread open and gaping and that he was going to continue to stretch it bigger and bigger till it was a huge gaping hole that any slave would be proud of. I was hurt to think my most prized possession was ruined and of no use to any man. I had noticed when I was allowed to masturbate that the lips hung down and open and it was much looser than it used to be. On the other hand I could still pleasure my Master with my ass and he was really enjoying slowly stretching my pussy bigger. He has worked it open over time so that I can take his entire fist into my pussy, he says his goal is to make my pussy loose enough to take both his hands at once.

I have come so accustomed to being fucked in the ass he could tell that I was always close to cumming, he gave me permission to cum when he fucked me like that and now I am more in love with him then ever. I can still please him and enjoy my own orgasms as we are joined, my ass to his cock. I know he loves me more and more as I continue to fulfill the terms of our slavery contract.