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

    it…clean your mouth and spit it out. Now drink this water. Stand up. Your training isn’t over, but you can walk now.” Instead of standing John remained on his knees to kiss my feet. “Thank you, Miss Sophie. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He kissed my feet for almost ten minutes before I stopped him. “You can do that and lick them, too when you massage my feet. Now, c’mon let’s have dinner. Make hamburgers. You may have two and I’ll have one. Toast the rolls, too.” I walked upstairs with John trailing behind me. He brought me a glass of wine; I sat and relaxed while he lit the grill and made the burgers with his hands. Twenty minutes later he knelt before me to announce that dinner was served. He held the chair for me before taking his place between my legs. I moved the chair back a bit so I could reach down and feed him. He leaned his head lovingly against my thigh. I had just given him the last bit of burger when I sighed. “Lick me, John.” He attacked my cunt with real zeal starting at my labia as I’d taught him. John had learned to take his time; I enjoyed building slowly—like climbing a mountain before sailing off the peak into the sweet oblivion of a glorious orgasm. That’s where I was headed now. John sucked and licked for more than thirty minutes before I motioned him to my clit. It felt as though it was on fire. It was hot and hard and swollen in my desire and need. “Now! Now, John!” He sucked it between his teeth; my body experienced one massive tremor after ...
    another. It lasted for perhaps thirty seconds. I was spent when it ended, but I still had work to do. “Clean up, take out the trash, and meet me downstairs. We have one more session before we turn in.” He rushed to clean the kitchen and wipe down the table before removing the trash to the containers in the back yard. He met me downstairs ten minutes later even though I was sure that he’d rather not be there. I connected his wrist cuffs behind his back then tied them to a rope I had passed through one of the chains. I pulled John’s wrists up until I knew there was a strain on his shoulders then I tied the rope off to a loop I’d tied roughly a foot above his cuffs. Once in place I removed his cock cage and again used the vacuum pump on his nipples. I could easily see that they were quite swollen. If everything I had read was accurate much of that swelling would eventually be permanent due to scar tissue inside. I had a long-range plan, but I wasn’t going to tell John about it until I was ready. Once I had pumped his nipples I applied the clamps, tightening them down, but not quite as tightly as I had earlier. Back to the cabinet I went and when I turned around I thought John would faint. Hanging between my legs was a long flesh-colored cock with a huge pink mushroom head. It was more than eight inches long and almost two inches in diameter. It was something to fear, especially for an anal virgin like John. Once behind him I lubed my fingers, pressed them into John’s ass, twisting and ...
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