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

    answer so I opened the wallet. First I removed the cash, counting it. There were thirty one-dollar bills and another twenty in tens. “Tip money for the dancers?” I pulled out each of his credit cards and his debit/ATM card, feeding them into shredder, but I wasn’t done. Bit by bit I emptied the wallet. There were scraps of paper with women’s names and phone numbers and when I reached into the pocket behind the plastic photo insert I pulled out two condoms. “Those are old; they’ve been in there for ages…since before we were married, I swear.” “That’s funny…they don’t look old. The packets look new and the expiration date is June, 2017. Care to try again? Get your clothes and get out. We’re finished.” “No…please; I’ll do anything. Please, baby.” “Don’t ‘baby’ me! We had an agreement. You broke it. Instead of working here to keep our home in good shape you’re spending hours at that sleazy strip club, carrying condoms and getting names and phone numbers of women. I’ve had enough.” “Please...anything; whatever you say I’ll do it. Don’t kick me out. I beg you.” “Anything, eh? Okay, here are my terms. You’ll accept a whipping from me every day for the next two weeks. You won’t need any money, because you won’t be going anywhere. Give me your keys. I’m going to sell your car. Now take off your clothes. You won’t need them because you’re not going anywhere. Get naked and get over the table. It’s time for your first punishment session. I’ll have something else for you once we’re ...
    done. Just be glad I’m whipping your ass instead of your balls.” I jumped up leaving John to wonder where everything had gone wrong. I took longer than expected, changing my clothes into something more comfortable—something that wouldn’t restrict my swing. I walked back to John about ten minutes later. If anything, I was even angrier than I was when I got home. I had John’s belt in my hand. Luckily for John he was naked and lying over the table. I ran the cool leather over his ass a few times before stepping back and bringing the belt down forcefully onto his right cheek. “I hate doing this, John,” I lied. “Why do you make me? Can’t you just do what you’re told to do? You’ve had it so easy, but that’s done. I’m really going to work you now and you’re going to do it…every single thing I tell you to do.” I brought the belt down again and again, stopping only when I had given him an even two dozen. His ass was covered with red welts. “Stand up and turn around. I have something for you. I obviously can’t trust you so I have to take control. Don’t move an inch.” I returned to the bedroom, hung the belt in John’s closet and returned with a small parcel I’d put into my closet about two weeks ago. I addressed John once I had returned to the dining room. “Spread your legs-wider--and put your hands behind your back.” I stepped behind him and shocked the hell out of him when I locked his wrists into handcuffs. “That’s nothing, John. I’ll take them off in another minute. I don’t want you ...
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