------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- A Year of Sarah-Week 2 by Malivent (genovese212121@gmail.com) *** A series of stories about a couple’s sexual exploration. (FM,bd) *** Names changed, but based on real experiences from several years ago..... Week Two After she came from our last time together, we rested a bit and did the usual things couples do. After a movie and some drinks, we went upstairs and had normal, typical sex and went to sleep. We didn’t really talk about anything from earlier, and we woke up in the morning and went away for the week to live our busy lives. As the weekend came closer, I began thinking a bit more about that day with Sarah. I could barely remember anything else about the weekend but her open before me, and while the sex afterwards was good, it was nothing special. As Friday night rolled around, and our standing date loomed, I could think of nothing else. I was hooked on the feeling of control that I had, and I decided that afternoon that I would try out everything that Sarah would let me do. Getting dressed for dinner was an exercise in self restraint, since I wanted to meet up with her and do everything in my perverted little mind. But I had a feeling that my self-control would be the key to this entire experience, and important to her. Dinner was great-as always we laughed and had a great time, but I could tell that Sarah was a little quieter, and seemed a bit more reserved around me. I was convinced that we had gone too far that day, and she would let me know it later that night. I felt a bit of regret, but as always our friendship still made the night very enjoyable. We went back to her house for a drink, and she excused herself to change while I fixed us a nice stiff drink. I turned around as I heard her come down the stairs and I was shocked! Conservative Sarah, always a bit shy and reserved, nothing too flashy, was in the most revealing lingerie I had ever seen. She had on a delicate pink corset that stopped just below her pale nipples. The pink set off her pale skin, which seemed to glow a soft creamy white. The corset tucked in her waist and exageratted the curve of her hip. My eye glanced down to the sheer pink panties that left nothing to the imagination, and I could see the fair pubic hair covering the top of her pussy. She even pale pink stockings attached to the corset’s garters-she was certainly a stunning sight, and I must have been blushing or shocked because she looked at me and then smiled softly. She walked slowly over to me, looking me straight in the eyes without flinching, and then stopped directly in front of me and dropped to her knees. She seemed to hesitate, bowed her head towards my feet, and then said in a soft voice “Dave, I loved what we did last Saturday. I haven’t stopped thinking and fantasizing about it all week. I felt so alive when you were telling me what to do, and losing myself in the moment.” She seemed to gasp for breath as she continued “If you agree, I would like to give myself to you for the weekend, to do anything that you would like. Your sex slave”. She shuddered a little bit at the slave statement, but otherwise was quite still. Of course, after being stunned by what she was wearing, what she was saying to me was even more shocking. I couldn’t have asked for anything better, and I wondered idly what I had done to be so lucky. But Sarah was waiting, and I could sense that she was getting embarrassed and my chance was slipping away. I touched her head, and she raised her pretty blue eyes up to me. “Yes, I agree.” I said simply, and watched as a broad, happy smile lit up her face. Once again, with restraint, I kept my face stoic and my emotions hidden. She got up, hugged me and turned quickly and walked off, bouncing her shapely ass as she walked to a side table and brought back a small piece of jewelry. “I read on the internet that sometimes slaves have a public symbol to show that they belong to another. Most of them are tattoos or brands or such, but I think we both agree that you love my creamy skin and couldn’t leave a mark on it-at least not a permenent mark” she grinned evilly. “So I thought of the next best thing-s small gold anklet with a discrete S charm”. She smiled up at me, looking for approval. I smiled broadly back at her, to overcome with joy to really keep my emotions in check that much, ”Of course sweetheart, you always think of the perfect thing.” and I knelt down and fastened the anklet around her ankle, admiring the symbol of her servitude. Standing back up, I watched as she slowly got down on her knees before me and began to unbuckle my pants. “My first job is to learn to love giving you blowjobs…” she said as she pulled my semi-rigid dick out of my pants. I laughed silently-she gave an okay blowjob, but she didn’t seem to enjoy them, however today she seemed to really be trying hard. She rapidly made my cock erect by taking in fully in her mouth as it became more rigid, and made hungry noises as she moved her head up and down the length. I grabbed her head from behind and began to direct her efforts, grabbing much harder than I usually did. Whenever she would start to pull away, I would grab a handful of red hair and push her back down on my dick. I would hold her firm against the base of my cock until she started struggling, and only then would I let her catch a few gasping breaths. Quickly, I would then roughly push her back down into my crotch again. Once, I must have held on to her a bit too long because she put her hands against my legs and tried to push herself away. I couldn’t have her exercising that kind of control right after she pledged to be my slave, so I took a chance on being a bit rough. I grabbed her hair and yanked her head up so she stared into my eyes. “Bitch, don’t you ever push away from me again, or you will regret it” I growled at her, and waited, pulling her hair until she said a soft yes. Satisfied that I had smashed the first act of rebellion, I directed her back to my cock and she soon worked her magic and had me moving my hips and losing all control. With a grunt, I came in her soft mouth, and she must have known that she shouldn’t spill a drop because she swallowed everything. I left go of her hair, got down on my knees to her height, and gave her a big hug. She buried her head into my shoulder, and composed herself for a moment…it had been a very emotional scene and we were both spent. “I hope it was everything you imagined” I whispered softly in her ear. She turned her head up, and with a wide grin and smiling eyes said, “Dave, I loved every minute of it. Anything you want.” With that, we both went upstairs and slept soundly well into the morning. Next week I decided we would go a bit farther with her training. Her offer of sex slave for a weekend was a bit too short for my needs… Malivent -------------------------------------------------------- This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. --------------------------------------------------------