1. My Husband, My Slave


    Date: 1/9/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Female Domination, Oral Sex, Slavery, Torture, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 89.2, Source: sexstories.com

    wondering if you actually wanted it paid. John will never be here again. That’s a promise. So, tell me—are your bosses willing to take a $400 loss?” “What’s that about a loss?” The voice came from behind me. He was fiftyish, bald, short, and more than forty pounds overweight. He wore a suit, but it was just as dirty as the club, just like his unshaven face. “I was just wondering if you wanted to settle John Masters’ debt or write it off. If I walk out of here because of your bartender’s surly attitude you’ll never see that money.” “Sorry, Ma’am—we don’t get many real ladies in here. Gabe, get the tab.” He handed it to the manager about a minute later. “Okay, says here he owes $395.” I removed four hundreds from my purse, handing them to him. “I’ll have the tab marked ‘paid in full’, signed and dated.” He took one look at me and smirked, but he did pull a pen from his pocket. I walked out once the paper met my demands. I was back home ten minutes later. Relaxing in the living room with a glass of Merlot I read the newspaper and worked the crossword puzzle. Once I was done I walked down to the basement and released John from his chains. He fell to his knees as I crossed to the other side of the open space. “Come here, John…I need to pee.” I watched with satisfaction as he crawled to me--head down submissively--until he reached me. His mouth went straight to my cunt, opened, and sealed against me. I stood, one hand against the wall for support, as I emptied my bladder into John ...
    for what was probably the thirtieth time. He handled it without spilling a drop. “While you’re down there you can lick my asshole. I’ve had an itch there ever since I walked into that sleazy Pink Pussycat.” John looked up, startled at my comment. “Yes, John—I went there to pay your debt. I don’t know how you could stand that cesspool. My skin was crawling the entire time I was there. Now…about my asshole….” John hesitated. I knew I had to hurt him even more. He barely grazed it with his tongue. “Back to the chains…you obviously need more conditioning. Do it now, or else.” John was defeated as he crawled back for additional punishment. I had him locked in place only a minute later. “I’m going to give you twenty with the cane, John. You need it to learn obedience. Remember what I told you? You’ll follow my every command without hesitation, no matter how difficult or odious. Licking my asshole was a command. Not only did you hesitate, your performance was pitiful.” I stepped back and swished the cane through the air. I always did this several times to help intimidate John. It worked; he was bawling before I even began. I stepped back and swung, the flexible cane whipping into John’s left cheek and leaving a horrendous welt. I swung again, marking his cheek just one-half inch above. I continued until his entire cheek was covered in nearly parallel lines—red and raised. I turned around to swing from the other side. I was done two minutes later and so was John. I left him hanging ...
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