Wife Comes Home
by Tezzezar
I couldn't believe the day had finally arrived. It had been
six weeks since I had last seen my wife. Six weeks of imagining all
the things happening to her during her trip. Six weeks of remembering
a place I hadn't been for years. Six weeks of increasing lust and
yearning for something I hadn't experienced since Traci and I had been
married.
Three years ago I had met the woman of my dreams. Traci was a
blind date some friends had set me up with thinking we had common
interests. I really wasn't sure what an engineer and a dancer had in
common at the time but she was charming, witty and of course,
extremely pretty. At 5'5" tall, 110 lbs. her 36-24-34 blond hair,
blue eyed figure was more than I could resist. Our first date was
wonderful. Our second lasted just long enough for us to get to her
place and shed our clothes. Ten months later we were happily married.
When WERE they going to get here???
Things seemed like they were a dream. Traci danced for a
major show in Vegas several nights a week. I made enough on my salary
to support the both of us so we saved hers and put a major down
payment on a house last year. The low mortgage left plenty for our
other pursuits. You see Traci and I discovered right away that the
common interest our friends recognized was our mutual tastes in the
darker side if sex, I still had several friends from my college days
where we worked on a special kind of farm. The kind of farm where the
rich either sent or went themselves to receive a unique type of
training.
After getting out of the army I got into some serious sleaze in
the porno industry. I was heavily into the making videos and heard
about this farm. I was the favorite at the time of a well known
starlet who had a thing for me. She got me a strange sort of job
(although highly enjoyable) at this establishment in the desert.
Heck, she was the who convinced me to go to college and get my degree.
While I wasn't active in the industry anymore I had set up secure
computer systems for several friends so still maintained contacts.
You see this was the sort of farm men and women were sent to
for training. Not the sort you get from boot or from seminars. The
kind sex slaves and masters get when they are looking to advance
certain area's of their lifestyles. That's the primary reason why my
starlet and I broke off our relationship and decided to become
friends. We both had a tendency to the dominant half of the
relationship. Things tend to not work out when both partners try to
wear the pants.
Damnit! I wish they would get here! OK, OK, calm down.
They've still got a half hour before they're even supposed to arrive.
Traci fit perfectly as the submissive match to my dominant
half. Our love making could get stormy but it suited us both
perfectly. When we bought our house we even had a complete dungeon
installed downstairs. There's nothing like a whipping post, a cage
and a whipping horse to keep things in the ol' libido hopping. Her
show schedule meant she couldn't show up marked or anything so we
tended to space out our little sessions. It really kept the interest
going.
Everything was going beautifully until six months ago. Some
jackass ( who I may have to thank if I don't kill him) left a small
puddle of water on stage during one rehearsal and Traci ended up
busting her foot pretty bad. She healed somewhat over the months and
we made good use of our newfound time together. I have several videos
we made together from that time. One has My wife using a favorite toy
of ours. A black sawhorse with a mount for various gadgets on one
side and several restraining rings along the legs. In the video a
very large dildo is mounted on the top side of the saw horse. My
wife's mouth is being distended by the fake penis and the strap
locking her neck down over it is very evident. Of course, I'm in the
picture as well. I'm the enthusiast happily cropping her back while
filling her ass with my cock.
While she was healing things were great. Unfortunately things
took a turn for the worse when the third specialist we met with told
her she wouldn't be able to dance professionally again. She was
crushed. We had several bad weeks and finally one night a strange
sort of argument happened.
Traci had just said that she wasn't qualified for any other
type of career. Half jokingly and no little bit pissed off I said
she could try being my sex slave again. "No one is a sex slave for a
career." she said with no little heat. Not really understanding I was
opening up a whole field of my life I had kept secret, I said "Don't
bet on it!"
The look she gave me was one of incredulousness. We went back
and forth with her saying how no one does that for real and that it
was only in our library that things like that happened. It had turned
into one of those stupid arguments over stupid things all couples
have. I mainly kept my mouth shut until I finally said If I wanted
her completely trained I knew who to see and where to have it done.
She completely surprised me and said "Fine! If you can have me
trained as a sex slave so thoroughly that I'll never miss my career
then prove it. If you're right I'll be happy as hell but your wrong
and the best that would happen is I'd have a little fun for a change.
Needless to say I stormed out on that comment.
Like all fights, this one passed. At least most of it did.
She began to pester me about my insistence that real sex slaves
existed. She alternated between twenty questions and telling me what
a liar I was. Finally she wore me down and I told her just what kind
of summer job I had during those years at college. At first she
didn't believe me. I guess my seriousness changed her mind though.
For a couple of weeks things were pretty quiet. She seemed kind of
introspective. We didn't have acrobatic sex but in the sessions we
did have she was a wildcat. I kind of expected it was coming.
Three months ago she told me after some particularly wild sex
"Do it! Mark, make me your sex slave. I love you and nothing will
make me happier if I can't dance." Believe it or not I tried to talk
her out of it. I was a good dominant but that kind of training had to
be done by professionals. I wasn't to keen on what would be done to
my wife in the course of that training. Traci seemed to dismiss the
serious side of it. I tried to convince her that she would be a
different person. That things would never be the same for her again.
I think she thought it would be like acting in a play.
After some devilish sex marathons where she kept calling me
master and asking me wouldn't I like it if she were better trained I
finally relented. I called a few friends. They were delighted when
they found out what I wanted and even offered the training for free.
We made arrangements and we told her friends she was going away for
"therapy" for her foot.
Finally the day arrived where she was to leave. That morning
her packing material arrived Federal Express. I told her this was her
last chance to back out. Smiling she asked what was in the box. When
I pressed her about calling it off she said "I love you and want to
make you happy. Don't worry, It'll still be me when I come back and
I'll still love you." I pulled out a very expensive leather blindfold
with thick foam backing. "In that case strip off everything," I said.
The only thing you'll be allowed is your wedding ring and that will be
chained to your throat later. Shaking, she followed my command. When
she had completely stripped I put the blindfold on her. "Kneel I
commanded. I slipped my dick into her mouth. She began giving me one
of her standard slutty blowjob. Not this time I thought. Grabbing
her hair tightly in my fists I began to fuck her mouth. I guess I had
something to prove and I wanted to give my headstrong wife a taste of
what she was in for. I fucked her throat like I would have mouth
fucked any slave I was training. She began putting her hand on my
thigh to slow me down. I slapped it away violently. "Suck it hard
slut. This is what you wanted. This is what your going to get. In
six weeks you'll think something is wrong if I'm not fucking you like
this." I savagely mouth raped her and when I came I jammed my cock
past her tonsils and blew my seed in her belly.
After she coughed and hacked a bit I reached down and felt her
clean shaven pussy. While she was obviously in some discomfort from
the savaging my cock had given her throat her slit had rivers running
from it. Almost sighing I laid out her packaging material. First her
silk gloves went on. Then an armbinder that was a size too small.
It's a good thing she's flexible I thought. Black leather boots with
locks at the ankles were next. I guess I was feeling mean because I
added a rather large but plug and dildo to her ass and pussy with a
harness to keep them in place. Might as well get her a head start on
where she should be focusing. Next went a penis gag trainer and
several leather straps all along her body. As a last step I locked
her ankles to the ring in her armbinder. I then attached her wedding
band to a special chain and fastened it around her neck. This would
later dangle from a special collar so she would be constantly reminded
of me during her training.
Surveying my work I viewed an extremely well bound, hog tied
woman who wouldn't be the same the next time I saw her. I called the
cell phone number I had for the pickup. Five minutes later my friend
was knocking on the door.
"Don't worry Mark. We'll be extra careful of her for you.
I'll call you in a couple of weeks and give you a progress report.
You can let me know what kind of configuration you want for pickup
then." Two big guys came in with a pole then and thrusted it between
Traci's shoulders and legs, reminding me of a dozen trips where I was
doing the pickup. As they lifted my now struggling wife to their
shoulders I whispered in her ear "See you in six weeks, slut. I
promise you, you'll dance again."
As they carried my obviously panicking wife out to a truck I
thought that the dancing she did next would be for my pleasure, not
her career.
That left me where I was now. Sitting on our front porch
waiting for Traci's return, horny as hell. Not that I had gone
without the last month and a half. If my wife was getting the
stuffing fucked out of her there was no way I was going celibate. A
few phone calls to certain horny ex-girlfriends, including one ex-porn
starlet and I had a few more movies to add to my collection. One
(guess who) even offered to help with my wife's ongoing training.
I suddenly felt my heart start to pound. There was a
non-descript truck pulling down our driveway. I was awfully glad
there were trees between the road and the house. The scene that would
soon unfold was definitely not for the family. The truck came to a
stop as I reclined on the porch swing and the back door opened up. My
friend came out leading a vision on a leash.
Traci was magnificent and prepared exactly the way I had asked
her to be. Her body was covered in baby oil. Black, calf length
leather boots with 3" heels were laced onto her feet. A two foot
length of chain linked ankle cuffs around the boots. An armbinder
thrust her breasts forward with a chain attaching from the tip to the
chain between her legs. A skin tight black leather hood covered her
hair and head. Golden rings pierced her nipples and clitoral hood and
were linked by a fine golden chain. The leash was attached to the
ring over her clit. A series of four small locks connected the four
rings on each of her shaven labia effectively sealing off her slit. A
special harness held a dildo inside of her ass. I knew she had been
played with for three days with no relief and must be burning from all
of the sensations. As she was led up towards the porch I could see
her rock hard nipples and heaving chest. Six weeks of hard exercise
and sun had given her body a wonderful tan cut.
I raised my hand and Traci was cropped across the ass and told to
kneel for her master. In one sinuous movement she glided to her
knees, legs spread and crotch thrust forward. My friend said "She's
all yours Mark. All the standard key phrases and words, including
your name". I noticed Traci's legs bucking as he spoke. "Have fun!"
He handed me the crop and left with the truck.
I walked over to the kneeling figure before me and removed the
armbinder and buttplug. I attached a six inch piece of chain to her
wrist restraints, locking her wrists in front of her. Then came the
hood and ballgag underneath. As she blinked against the afternoon sun
I returned to my chair and looked back at my wife.
My slave, I corrected. Traci had automatically lifted her
chained hands behind her head and thrust her breasts forward. Her
platinum, shoulder length hair was wild from the leather hood. Her
heavy makeup and smudged lipstick screamed slut. She was rotating her
crotch in small circles and running her tongue around her lips. The
expression on her face was one I had seen on many other women. Gone
was the slightly mischievous smile and coy looks. Traci now wore an
open mouthed, direct stare of pure lust and it hadn't moved from my
crotch since she had opened her eyes. I immediately got hard as a
rock She made small mewling sounds which was a slaves way of asking
permission to speak.
"Speak slut!" I commanded.
"Traci missed you Master! Traci loves you! Traci missed your
wonderful cock. Please Master, give me your cock! Traci loves your
cock. Traci will make Master very happy! Please Master, Let Traci
show you how good she is at sucking cock!" As I listened to my
wife/slave beg while looking directly at my rock hard member I raised
my hand and silenced her. "Crawl over hear slave and drag your
breasts across the ground."
I watched my beautiful wife/slut begin to seductively sway and
crawl towards me. Her breasts never left the ground. When the leash
attached to her clit began to drag behind her she stopped briefly and
let out a moan of lust. She returned to her crawling, swaying her ass
even more to accentuate the leash. When her breasts hit the rough
wood of the deck she started to pant. As she reached eye level with
my member she began to lightly lick and kiss the denim of my Jeans.
"No hands. Take my cock out and show me what you've learned."
Unzipping my fly with her teeth Traci managed to get my engorged
member into the air. When it was finally out she kissed the head and
said "Please Master, may Traci serve your cock?"
I nodded my consent and proceeded to get one of the best
blowjobs of my life. After a few minutes I grabbed my bound slut
around the waist, flipped her around and sat her ass down onto my
raging hard on. She was already lubricated and slipped me right in.
Sliding up and down on my raging penis she began contracting her
sphincter to increase my pleasure. Here was my beautiful wife, riding
my cock in her ass, in broad daylight on our front porch. Traci would
never consent to outdoor sex before. Now she was riding me like a
stallion in the sunshine. As I pondered this change I heard her mew
again.
"Speak slut!" I said breathlessly.
"Thank you Master! Thank you for using Traci's ass. Traci
missed you so much! Traci loves you so much! Master's cock feels so
good is Traci's ass! Please Master, may Traci come? Please Master?
Please?" As this sexual demon begged and wheedled I reached in front
and began playing with her clit as I tugged on her locks and rings.
Almost ready to burst I began counting down with each of my sluts
downward thrusts. "Five, Four, Three, Two, One, COME SLUT!" I roared,
tugging at the leash that had been flailing about.
"AIIEEEEEE! Yes Master! Thank you Master. Traci Loves
Master! Oh God, Traci loves you Master!"
Rapidly approaching my own orgasm I reached up and tugged on my
new slaves nipple rings. Panting with each thrust, I began to lose it
as Traci increased the speed of her downward motions. With a mighty
heave I burst my sperm deep into my reborn wife's bowels. First Traci
Pushed down hard on my cock as if she didn't want any sperm to leek
out. Then she leapt off of my lap and took my still spurting member
into her eager mouth, lapping up the leftover sperm. Realizing she
was going to need daily enema's for health reasons I thought my slaves
ass is going to see a lot of action.
After zipping me up with her teeth My new slut leaned back onto
her booted heals, Placing her hands behind her neck, legs spread and
eyes locked onto my crotch she began gyrating her hips in a lewd
motion. Leaning over I kissed her forehead and said "Welcome home,
slut, I love you too."
From: tezzezar@aol.com (Tezzezar)
Subject: Wife's Training, by Tezezzar (SM/BD Mf cons)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Hello everyone:
Here's my second installment. To all you ladies who wrote me with ideas and
encouragement, thank you. It means a lot that there are women out there with
ideas/fantasies similar to my own. I hope this one gets as good a review as
the last.
If your underage or easily offended, scram.
Again, if you're a cute chick and your heart pounds after reading these
stories, let me know about it!
Tezezzar
Wife's Training
"Master, there's a package here for you."
"Already?" I hadn't expected that so soon. My almost naked wife walked into
our kitchen carrying a plainly wrapped cardboard box. Kneeling on the floor
beside me Traci leaned forward, making sure I got a good look at her breasts.
She'd been naked for three days now and I loved how she displayed herself for
me. The small gold rings in her nipples and the short gold chain connecting
them always caught my attention. The chain was a gift I had given her the day
she returned from her training. Placing the package in my lap she slowly
spread her legs and laced her fingers behind her head, thrusting her chest
forward. Her only other clothing consisted of a collar, cuffs and several more
strategically placed rings.
The package was about the same size as one a dozen roses came in. I put the
box on the table, grabbed my penknife and slit open the brown paper wrapper.
Inside the box were several tools to help me discipline my new slave, a note
and an unlabeled video tape. My heart began to pound as I picked up the tape
and stared at it. I wasn't looking forward to this but neither could I deny
how excited I had become. I put down the tape and looked at the familiar
scrawl on the note. My friend Will had the handwriting of a doctor.
Hi Mark:
You're probably not looking forward to what's on the
tape, since your one of the 'Lucky few who knows what to
expect. You know the drill. Sit in your favorite chair,
chain your slut next to you and watch it together. It'll
be good for both of you...
-Will
I felt a small nibble on my thigh, just hard enough to feel through my jeans.
I looked down to see my wife gently licking my thigh and rubbing her breasts
against my knee. Traci was staring intently at my crotch again. She hadn't
looked into my eyes since she'd returned, unless she had my cock in her mouth.
For some reason that bothered me.
"Master, what's in the box?" I had forgotten that from her vantagepoint on
the floor Traci couldn't see what was on the table. Earlier that morning I had
given her permission to speak. I hadn't taken that privilege away as yet.
Reaching down I stroked my wife's shoulder length blond hair. "It's nothing
honey. Just some tools to train you with and a tape for the VCR. Why don't
you fix me a drink and meet me in the den. We're supposed to watch it
together."
My slave/wife kissed my knee, got up and scampered out of the room on her
toes. I had to admit, moving around on her toes offered me a great view of her
legs and bottom. It was almost as nice as watching the way she sensuously
crawled around our house. I selected a fine, leather-riding crop from the box.
Shaking my head I got up and used the bathroom. As I washed my hands I stared
at myself in the mirror.
Will's right Mark, you've got to go through with this. You knew what would
happen to Traci when you sent her to that camp. This is the only way you're
both going to clear the air.
Taking a deep breath I went downstairs into the den. Traci was on the carpet
in front of the couch with her forehead touching the floor. She knelt on her
hands and knees where our coffee table used to be. My Seven & Seven was
resting on the small of her back, just above her shapely ass. She was much
more attractive than our old piece of furniture, I had to admit. I walked up
to the VCR and with a shaking hand put the tape in. Turning around I moved
over to the couch and sat down. Picking up my drink, I admired the woman I
loved more than anything else in this world. She was my slave now, but that
only meant I loved her that much more.
After a couple of moments my wife snapped her head up, flinging her hair onto
her back. Moving like a cat she turned to face me, leaning forward and
spreading her legs wide, while arching her back. Traci's hands were chain
length apart on the carpet, her ass was swaying high over her heels and her
nipples almost brushed the floor. She stared at my bulging member again and
looked ready to pounce.
"Master, are we going to watch a dirty film? Traci loves to watch dirty sluts
getting fucked. I bet Traci is a better fuck though master."
"Turn on the movie baby. You're right, it's a dirty flick with a very hot
star." I could have used the remote on the couch next to me but why bother
when I have a slave. My slave/wife sauntered over to the VCR on her hands and
knees and hit the play button, treating me to a view of her smooth pussy with
it's adorning rings. I had removed the locks the day she returned.
"That's good Master. Traci wants to see a good dirty flick. May Traci suck
your beautiful cock while you watch the movie?" Grinning, my little sex slave
crawled back to me on her knees. When she had almost reached me I said "This
should be an interesting show. It covers the training of a certain slut."
My wife stopped suddenly and stared at me in horror. I noticed she actually
looked me in the eyes. "No! Please Mark you..."
"POSITION! I thundered at her!" Reflexively she snapped back on her heels,
knees spread and fingers laced behind her neck. "You may not speak without
permission! Now crawl over here, lick my hand and get in my lap! If I have to
watch this you're certainly going to as well!" Traci crawled over to me
whimpering. She licked my outstretched hand several times and kissed each one
of my fingers. She slowly climbed into my lap, hugged me fiercely and turned
around to face the TV. As I watched the screen I felt her gently pull my on my
wrists until my arms were tight around her.
The opening scene showed the inside of a loading dock. The camera panned so
that we were looking into the open back of the non-descript truck I had last
seen three days ago. "Day 1" scrolled across the bottom of the screen. Two
masked men dressed in black leather uniforms approached the back of the truck.
They had leather whips coiled up on their belts. One of them opened up the
back of the truck and showed a Very small cage inside. My wife was locked
within, still in the packaging material I had put on her the day she was picked
up. Masked man number one opened a small door in the cage and dragged her out
by her shoulder straps. She seemed to struggle a little but obviously had no
strength left. I imagine the long truck ride while being hog-tied in a cage
might have had something to do with her lack of energy.
Traci was lifted half off the floor by her sweat-matted hair as a familiar
pole was fed between her shoulder blades and out between her bound legs. Like
a freshly caught deer she was carried off through a set of double doors to the
side. A beautiful woman, dressed in red leather came on screen. Obviously one
of the mistresses, she began speaking into the camera.
"Welcome to the training center. New slaves begin their training from the
moment they arrive here. Traci will soon be washed up and given basic lessons
in obedience. Our entire objective here will be to condition the slave so
that she will react to orders before she can think about it. We will edit out
her inhibitions and re-educate her with an entirely new set of mores. She will
be made to understand her body now belongs to her master, not to her. To
accomplish this process we use a combination of techniques including
association training, response stimuli, subliminal programming, pain/pleasure
reinforcement..."
How such a beautiful woman could have such a monotone voice was beyond me. I
began to tune out the woman on screen to examine the one in my lap. Traci's
ass fit nicely right on to the bulge in my crotch. Most women are distracting.
A naked one willing to do whatever I commanded her to went way beyond
distracting. At the moment, however she was paying attention to the TV
absentmindedly drawing designs on the back of my hand.
Glancing back at the screen I was captivated by the image of my wife standing
in a huge concrete shower, chained spread-eagle with two streams of water
spraying her from either side. From her shivers and the condition of her
nipples I gathered the water wasn't exactly warm. Two rough bristle brushes on
poles were being used to scrub her from off camera. Traci was completely naked
except for her restraints. The voice of the leather-clad mistress continued
it's narrative.
"...beginning, slaves are kept ignorant of the passage of time. Their sleep
during the initial ten days is kept to 4 hours a night in order to break them
down into a more malleable frame of mind. The slaves are also forced to sleep
in various forms of restraint. During this time period they are made
accustomed to the rules they must learn to live by. Each morning, after
offering themselves to their trainers, they greet the day reciting the slave's
mantra. Then after their first feeding comes obedience training, grooming,
physical conditioning and erotic stimulation. In order to facilitate the
proper attitude later on, the slave is denied any form of release during this
period."
The images reflecting the words of the narrator flashed across the screen.
First was a scene of my wife being woken up in a small kennel made of steel
bars, no larger than a cage that a large dog would fit in. Straw covered the
floor and a chain ran from her collar to a ring by the door. I could see a
water bowl in the corner. Traci half crawled/ was half dragged outside of the
door by her leash and was whipped with a cat until she assumed the standard
position and thrust her crotch forward, begging to be allowed to please her
trainer. Then came a cut to Traci kneeling sleepy eyed in front of a mirror,
reciting her dedications as a slave. Feedings consisted of Traci kneeling
naked, face down in a trough with her hands cuffed behind her back. Several
other women were next to her feeding in the same manner. As a whistle blew all
of the slaves snapped back up into a kneeling position, backs ramrod straight.
The dry, cereal like food they were eating dripping off their faces.
The Traci in my lap began moving her ass back and forth across my crotch,
obviously excited by watching herself being trained as a sex slave. Belatedly
I realized she had been tracing the words "I love you" over and over on the
back of my hand. " I love you too" I replied and I began using my hands to
stimulate her breasts and slit. Her juices had begun leaking down her cheeks.
"Now watch the tape slave", I commanded.
Next came scenes of my beautiful wife assuming various submissive positions at
the command of a masked trainer, occasionally being whipped for not responding
quickly enough. One view had my wife on a table with her legs chained in the
air, widely spread and her wrists attached to her collar. A red leather-clad
mistress used some form of electrical tweezers to permanently remove my wife's
pubic hairs. Exercise consisted of Traci in a black sports bra, thong and
sneakers performing fairly intensive aerobics and weight training in a gym. A
close-up of her rear displayed a small buttplug held in her ass by the thong
panties. Most exciting was the scene of her tied with her hands in the air,
kneeling over a large dildo. She was rubbing her crotch back and forth over
the tip of the dildo, never able to lower herself enough to penetrate her cunt.
Occasionally a whip would lash out and stripe her breasts, ass, belly, crotch
or some other area of her anatomy. She seemed not to care. Faintly you could
hear Traci begging to be allowed to cum and promising to train even harder so
she could be the best slut there ever was.
What must have been the end of the day arrived. Traci was chained by the
neck, hands cuffed behind her back and roughly thrust back into her kennel.
You could see her hips gyrating and the moisture that had formed on her inner
thighs. Tears of frustration welled in her eyes.
Another leather clad mistress walked in front of Traci's cage and resumed the
narrative. "The next three weeks form the second phase of the slaves training.
Extensive education in the erotic arts are supplemented by a program designed
to insure the masters control over a slaves pleasure and even her most basic
bodily functions. She is trained in the arts of vaginal, oral and anal sex.
She is trained to always be sensuous and beautiful. Her vocabulary is
supplemented to support her new role in life. Her master's name and several
other key words are ingrained into her to represent sexual release. Basic
skill sets such as food preparation, dancing, massage and even walking are
modified to display her new erotic talents. Also included is a thorough course
in basic sexual health and prevention.
Traci slid from my lap and after licking at my fly began unzipping it with her
teeth. Pulling a short chain and two small locks from my pocket I chained her
wrists six inches apart. She began a long, slow blowjob, licking at the head
of my penis and slowly nibbling at the nerve cluster just below the "helmet."
Fascinated, I watched her ass slowly sway back and forth as it always did when
she was aware I was watching. Tearing my eyes away I took a sip from my drink,
rested my hands in her long blond hair and resumed watching the television.
Traci was now in a larger cell, able to stand up and with some furniture. Her
collar was still attached to the wall by a long chain. One side of the cell
had a small cot with restraints at the head and foot. My wife was seated in a
plain chair before a small vanity. She was busy applying a fairly large
portion of makeup to her face and nipples. From off screen came the sound of a
cell door opening and Traci shot to her knees, arms behind her head and knees
spread extremely wide. One of the masked trainers came in and barked a command
to her.
Traci rose gracefully to her feet and turning around, bent over the back of
her chair and grabbed a hold of its front legs. She thrust her ass up and back
at the trainer while looking over her shoulder at his crotch. A close-up of my
wife showed that her hands were restrained eight inches apart with industrial
steel chains. Four-inch heels with locks at her ankles were connected by
twelve more inches of chain. The trainer approached her with what appeared to
be a caulking gun that had a dildo attached to the end. Roughly grabbing an
asscheek with one hand he spread open my wife's nether region. With no small
amount of force he jammed the dildo into her pussy and slowly squeezed the
trigger as he pulled the fake penis out. He then repeated the procedure with
my wife's rectal hole. During the entire procedure Traci maintained the same
look of hot lust on her face, even smiling when the dildo was jammed into her
ass. My heart began to pound when I thought of the only reason so much
lubrication would be necessary in these areas.
Barking another command to her Traci rolled off the chair into a hands and
knees position on the floor. The trainer held the dildo in front of Traci's
face where she eagerly took it into her mouth and began cleaning the implement
with her tongue. When the fake penis shined with my wife's saliva the leather
clad man attached a leash to her collar, disconnected the chain attaching her
to the wall and led her from the cell on her hands and knees.
The Traci sucking my cock was going at it for all she was worth. Not
wanting to come this early I commanded her to turn around, face the TV on her
knees and impale herself on my cock. She must have been really into what she
was doing because I had to put several stripes on her ass with the riding crop
before she obeyed.
Other scenes flashed by on the screen but I was having a hard time
concentrating due to my slave bouncing back and forth on my cock. Scenes of
her serving dinner to masters and mistresses while nude flashed on the screen.
Several other slaves were chained under the tables to please the diners as they
ate. Some slaves were also chained onto the top of the table to serve the
masters and mistresses whatever they wished. There was a scene of Traci
crouching over a urinal, with a masked trainer holding a leash attached to her
collar. She was obviously unable to void herself unless the trainer commanded
her to. Scenes of Traci dancing seductively around a pole were replaced by a
comical one of her walking in six-inch heels with a book on her head. One
really intense flash was of my wife again kneeling with her hands tied over her
head. This time however she was rhythmically thrusting herself up and down a
large dildo. Two trainers whipped her in cadence to her strokes. Not even
noticing the lashes she was receiving or perhaps being excited by them Traci
increased the pace of her thrusts. With one gigantic heave she impaled herself
onto the 8-inch phallus and thrashed into an orgasm. All through out her long
cum she had a distant look in her eye and she kept shouting my name.
The final scene was one I had been dreading, no matter how excited it made me.
Yet another of the mistresses came on screen in the dining hall and began to
speak. "The final test actually occurs one week before a slave is to be
returned to her master. This allows time for retraining should she fail. A
slave who has eagerly applied herself to her lessons and passes will be
prepared for her master and be allowed to help teach the new slaves during her
remaining time here. Once a slave passes her exam she will be kept in a state
of constant erotic arousal without release, in order to insure an appropriate
reunion with her owner."
The scene displayed before me made my hands begin to shake and my penis turn
to steel. Traci was on her hands and knees atop a raised section of the dining
room floor. She was blindfolded and chains once again ran between her wrists
and ankles. This time the chains ran through rings in the floor, preventing my
slave from escaping. Six naked men and women surrounded her and began to
approach her luscious body. "The test is simple. The slave must sufficiently
please each of these trainers with all of her fuck holes. If she fails the
test will be repeated tomorrow night with an additional two trainers, and so on
until the slave passes."
With a savage roar I thrust up off the couch and jackhammered into my
wife/sluts now dripping fuckhole! Traci spread her legs wide and bent over,
straightening her arms to reach the floor as I had catapulted her off her knees
into a standing position. As my wife was fucked by a half of dozen strangers
on the television I lost all control and savagely pounded into her . She was
desperately trying to thrust herself backward in time with my powerful attack,
screaming the entire time. "Oh YES! Fuck Traci Master! Fuck Traci. OH!
Traci loves you Master! OH! OH! Fuck me! Oh YES! I Love you Master! Oh!
Oh! OH! I... Love.... You... MAARK!"
My wife's orgasm was tremendous as she screamed out my name. Unable to hold
back longer I blasted gallons of spunk into my slave's main orifice. Still
raging hard I kept up my thrusts and spun my slave around, throwing her over
the arm of our couch. The arm was very wide and her legs were spread wide when
she straddled it. I noticed her hot little asshole winking up at me, begging
for attention. Reaching up I grabbed the chain that still connected her wrists
and pulled them back grabbing a fistful of her golden hair with the same hand.
I pulled back arching my wife's beautiful body, admiring the sleek lines and
curves that now belonged to me. TO ME!
I watched her face as between one thrust and the next I jammed my rock hard
pole into her ass. Her eyes opened wide and she began to turn red with
excitement. Spittle ran down the corner of her mouth and she kept mouthing the
word "Yes" over and over again. I bent to her ear and whispered to her between
thrusts "You... belong... to... me...! TO... ME! I hope... you enjoyed...
yourself... because I'm NEVER... EVER... sharing you... again! UNDERSTAND
SLUT??? YOU'RE... MY... SLAVE! YOU... BELONG... TO... ME!!!"
Traci had been grinding her clit against the arm of the couch as I tore into
her ass. I was shouting by this point and she began shouting back at me. "YES
MASTER! TRACI BELONGS TO YOU! TRACI LOVES HER MASTER! TRACI BELONGS ONLY TO
YOU! TRACI LOVES YOU! I... LOVE... YOU... MASTER!!!
With one last titanic heave I impaled my cock to the hilt in my wife's ass and
blew the rest of my cum deep into her bowels. My wife thrust back at me and
had a thunderous orgasm as she felt my hot spunk spurt into her rear fuck hole.
White come spilled out around the edges of my cock and with one last heave I
collapsed onto my wife and we rolled onto the couch together, exhausted.
After I regained my senses I realized my wife was softly crying and whispering
"I love you" over and over. Turning off the TV with the remote I turned out
the light and grabbed our afghan. Taking Traci in my arms I covered us up and
whispered to her "I love you, Traci! I love you with all my heart!" She
gradually began breathing normally and we fell asleep together in each other's
arms.
* * *
I awoke sometime in the early morning hours to the feeling of Traci's mouth on
my cock. Looking under our covers I saw her beautiful face in the pale light.
If not for my cock in her mouth it would have been the face of an angel.
Grinning up at me Traci said, "Traci forgot to clean you up Master. Master
forgot to undress himself and to restrain his slave." Grinning, I sat up and
began to undress. I noticed that Traci had piled up some of her more
restrictive gear at the foot of the couch. She was looking me in the eyes now.
That made me incredibly happy for some reason.
Concerned that tonight might have been a little rough on her I asked my wife
if she'd like to spend the night unfettered. Her response was perfect.
My wife/slave crawled to the pile of restraints, took her leash in her mouth,
and deposited it at my feet. Kneeling, legs spread and hands on the floor she
kissed my thigh, looked up into my eyes and said "Please Master. I love you.
Show me you'll love me and never let me go."
Reaching down I removed Traci's wrist restraints. She then put her hands
together behind her back, palms together. The now familiar black-leather
armbinder slid over her arms, locking her hands and elbows together. A simple
lock fastened her ankle cuffs to the ring at the end of her armbinder. My
slave would have a fairly tight hogtie to sleep in tonight. I picked up a new
form of gag we hadn't tried yet and fastened it on her. Normally I wouldn't
gag her when sleeping but this was a simple, metal ring that rested behind her
teeth and locked behind her neck. My last touch was to loop her leash around
my wrist and fasten it to her collar.
Lying back onto the couch I lifted my trussed up slavegirl and rested her on
my chest. After I had covered us both with our afghan she wriggled back down
between my legs and took my semi-erect penis back into her mouth through the
ring holding her jaw apart. I received a slow, leisurely blowjob designed to
relax more than to excite. Some time later I erupted into my tightly
restrained slave's throat, spewing come into her belly. Licking at me through
the gag, Traci cleaned me up the best she could. When I reached down to slide
her in my arms she pulled back whimpering. Smiling, I leaned back and began to
let sleep overtake me. I could feel my wife's tiny nose between my now flaccid
member and my balls. Her breath gently warmed my genitals. Somehow, I got the
feeling she was smiling around her gag. My last thought as sleep claimed me
was that I was the luckiest man alive.
