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Disclaimer... If your a kid, don't read this, you're parents might
take away your computer privileges. If your a cute chick whose heart
pounds when you read stories like this, send me an E-mail!
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."
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