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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

gather himself while I returned the belt to his closet. “I didn’t enjoy that, John, but I think it was necessary to remind you of your responsibilities. I wasn’t kidding when I said I would go it alone. We had an agreement, didn’t we? I’m working and you’re taking care of the house while you’re not. Now, unfortunately you’ll have two days chores to do or must I repeat this tomorrow evening?” “No…Soph…I’m sorry.” I leaned over to kiss his cheek then told him to help with the dinner. We were eating when I lowered the next boom. “I think you should learn to cook. Just think how much time we could save if you had dinner ready when I came home. I’d also appreciate a glass of wine and maybe a foot massage then. You could handle that, couldn’t you?” He gave me a look that expressed his displeasure, but said nothing. His control was slipping away and there was nothing he could do about it. I set up a menu for tomorrow—something simple that even he couldn’t fuck up: broiled pork chops, baked potatoes, and green peas that he could microwave. I wrote the instructions on a sheet of paper with the times to start everything and explained how to set the table the way I wanted it. I phoned John from my car the following afternoon. “Hello, darling—I’ll be home in about five minutes. Would you please open the Chardonnay that’s in the ‘fridge? Why don’t you have one, too? Then we can talk while you’re taking care of my feet. I spent a lot of time walking in these damned heels today. Okay, see ... you soon, hun.” In fact I’d changed my shoes to flats in the office. I only used the heels when entertaining a client and when I wanted to make a really positive impression. John had my wine on the coffee table when I arrived. I was sure to compliment and thank him. “I think this would be better if you were on the floor, John. You don’t mind, do you?” Once again, I had a hidden agenda. I wanted to reinforce his new position in our household—and mine, too. “Would you please remove my stockings, John?” He gave me that look again, but did reach up for my thighs. Once they were pulled off he began to move his fingers over my feet, massaging the balls with his thumbs and kneading my toes. “My goodness, John—you have very talented fingers. I’ll bet you could get a job as a masseur. Why don’t you look up?” I spread my legs when he did. “I don’t believe it, Sophie…no underwear?” “I’m so evil. I took my panties off when I left work. I was hoping you’d do my feet. Maybe you’d like to do something with my puss, too.” “I would.” He began to undo his belt, but I stopped him. “We can do that later, but only if you take care of me now. I need to relieve some stress; it’s been a difficult day. I never knew such problems when I was just a sales person. Would you, please darling?” I spread my legs even farther, exposing my neatly trimmed cunt to him. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. His wonderful tongue was up my tunnel seconds later. Ten minutes later my stress was miraculously gone as I ...