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Wife Comes Home
by Tezzezar (tezzezar@aol.com)
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A couple enjoy master/slave bondage roll-playing. (MF,
bd, slave, cons)
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Author Note: If you're a kid, don't read this, you're
parents might take away your computer privileges. If
you're a cute chick whose heart pounds when you read
stories like this, send me an email!
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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 areas 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 too 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 you're 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 arm-binder 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 arm-binder. 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 thrust 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 arm-binder 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 arm-binder and butt-plug. I attached a six
inch piece of chain to her wrist restraints, locking her
wrists in front of her. Then came the hood and ball-gag
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 leak 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."
END
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