The Conversation and Decisions to Be Made: Don’s View
I took quite a while in the shower. Not so much trying to get clean but trying to
wrap my mind around what had just happened to me. Part of me was scared to death by how cruel
my wife had seemed but part of me was more deeply in love with her than I had
ever been. Maybe it was kind of like a
woman having a baby while it is happening
it is so painful you want to die, but after it is over you feel nothing but
relief and love. As I thought back on
what had happened, I realized that the pain was not the worst of the
experience. Having her force me to eat
my own cum was by far the most humiliating thing I had ever done. And the taste was unbelievably bad. I now knew why Sandy objected to sucking me
off and I knew I would never ask her to do that again. And I prayed that she would never ask me to
do that again.
Finally, I turned off the water, crawled out of the shower
and toweled myself off. With a towel wrapped
around my waist, I went to have a conversation with my wife. As I entered the bedroom I was surprised to
see Sandy stretched out on the bed, completely naked and fast asleep. As quietly and as gently as I could I pulled
the comforter over the top of her. I
looked down at her face and thought how angelic she looked and my heart just
filled with love for her. I knew right
then that I would do anything she asked of me and without question. From this moment on I would be her slave if she would have me as such.
Instead of dressing, I grabbed a thin robe from the closet
and slipped in on. I made my way to the
kitchen and began preparing dinner. I
had learned quite a lot in the past week and about two hours later I had a
wonderful platter of chicken Parmesan and spaghetti prepared. And to top it off I had whipped together a
garden salad. I was just opening a
bottle of wine when Sandy came in.
“Something smells heavenly,” she sighed. “Wow, I am so happy that you are such a quick
learner. A week ago, the only way we
would have gotten a meal this good would have been to go out to a
restaurant. Do you have any idea, how
proud I am of you?”
“Do you have any idea how much I worship you?” I
replied. “There is something that I
would like to discuss with you, but let’s eat first.”
“My, that sounds ominous, should I be worried that I am
about to lose my servant?”
“No, just the opposite,” I said. “But let’s save it until after dinner. Maybe, if I ply you with good food and a
little wine you will be more apt to accept what I have to say.”
“Well, then load up my plate and fill my glass. I can hardly wait to see where this is
headed.”
We made small talk as we ate. Neither of us brought up the subject of what
happened in the bedroom but I am sure it was on both of our minds. I know that it was on mine.
When we had finished eating, I poured Sandy another glass of
wine and told her to go relax while I cleaned up.
She rose, from her chair, came over and gave me a peck on
the cheek and said, “You know, I could get used to this type of treatment. You better watch out or I might just decide
to keep you.”
“I hope so,” I replied.
“I sure would not want you to throw me out
after I worked so hard to become what you wanted. Go put your feet up and when I finish here
I’ll grab the lotion and come in and rub your feet while we talk.”
In just a short time, I joined her in the living room with a
bottle of body lotion in my hand.
Without a word, I went to her and kneeled down at her feet. Before, starting her foot massage, I bent
forward and put my lips to the top of
each of her feet and gave them a reverent kiss.
I poured some of the lotion into
my hands and made sure it was warm and then began a nice slow massage of her
right foot.
“Sandy, can I ask you something?”
“Of course, you said there was something you wanted to talk
to me about. Ask away?”
“Well, you said that you really enjoyed what we did
earlier. And although it hurt more than
anything I have ever had done to me, when it was over, I knew that I loved you
more than I ever have. And I made up my
mind that I want to spend the rest of my life serving you. Would you make me the happiest man in the
world and make me your personal slave?”
The room went dead silent for a few minutes and I was terrified
that she was going to reject the idea and me with it. For what seemed like the longest time I kept
my gaze down to her feet. I had to force
myself to keep rubbing her foot so that I did not give away the fear I had of
rejection. But finally, I had to look up to see what her countenance was. What I saw was a woman with a shocked look on
her face. She had one hand
semi-suspended over her mouth as if to stifle a gasp.
“I am sorry if I
shocked you,” I said. “I know I have not
been very good at learning some of the tasks you have given me, but I promise
that I will try even harder. You, don’t
have to decide right now, give me a little more time to learn from you, but
please just don’t say no, right now.”
The Conversation and Decisions to Be Made: Sandy’s View
He is on his knees
rubbing lotion into my feet and did he just say he wanted to be my slave? I am sure my mouth fell all the way down to
those now soft and pleasantly tingling feet of mine. What the hell is wrong with the man? I just put him through hell and enjoyed every
minute of it and how does he respond?
Instead of running like hell; which is what any sane individual would
do, he announces he wants to be my slave.
Does he even have any idea what that means to me? My God, I can’t even get my tongue unglued to
be able to make a reply. I know I need
to say something but what? Sure Don,
just sign over the house, the car, all
our joint bank accounts and your retirement plan to me and we will talk.
When I started this little experiment, I figured I would be
doing well if I got him to do the dishes once in a while. Maybe, he would take me out to dinner a
little more often instead of going out and getting drunk with his friends. Maybe he would pay more attention to me in
the bedroom. And now if I could just get
my lips to move, I can have all of that and much more.
Then I saw him look up at me and I know he sees a shocked
look on my face and he is begging me not to reject him right now, he can do
better he says. Finally, I get control of myself. “Do you have any idea, what you are asking?”
I demand. “Stand up, take your cock out
of your robe and give it a feel. Does it
still feel like it has been dipped in acid?
Are you dying to have me put those
rings back around your cock and balls?”
And to my amazement, he does as I
asked. He stands up, releases the tie to
his robe, lets his cock fall free and begins to stroke it. I can see that it hurts the hell out of him
but he keeps going to prove a point I guess.
“Alright, quit playing with yourself and let’s talk about
this.”
“Ok, do you want me standing, sitting or kneeling?”
“Well, by all means get down on your knees. I certainly don’t want a potential slave to
be on my level. He needs to grovel at my
feet and beg me for the privilege.”
He sank back down to his knees but did not bother to re-tie his robe. “Should I start begging now?” he asked.
“No, we are going to talk about the consequences of your
request first. Do you know what I think
about when I think of having a slave?”
“Someone to serve you, I would presume,” he answered.
“No, if I had a slave, I would own that person. He or she would have no rights what so
ever. He or she would have to do
everything I told them or they would be severely punished. I can envision them tied to a post in the
yard and being whipped with a long brutal whip.
I might whip them until they bled.
They would own no property.
Everything they have would be put in my name for my use. If I got tired of them I would simply throw
them out without even the clothes on their back.”
“Remember me telling you how much I enjoyed having sex with
you tonight? That this was the first
time in 15 years that you had satisfied me in the bedroom? And part of that satisfaction was knowing
that I was hurting you. Do you really
want to be a slave to a woman who enjoys causing you pain?”
“Yes, I remember and I was so proud that I had finally been
able to give you pleasure. Even when you
forced me to eat my own cum, although I was disgusted with myself, I was
flowing with love for you. I know you
are trying to scare me off and part of what you say does cause me to stop and
think, but I really want to turn my life over to you. I promise I will do everything in my power to
convince you that I have a value in your life so you won’t want to throw me out
as you say.”
“So you are ready to sign over everything we jointly own
into my name alone?”
“If that is what it takes for you to accept my proposal,
yes, I will sign over the house, car, and all our financial holdings to
you. I will call our lawyer tomorrow and
have her draw up the paperwork.”
“Whoa, settle down boy, I think we should do a little test
before you jump off that cliff. Up until
now the only people that know about our arrangement are Jenny and the two of
us. And even Jenny doesn’t know about
some of the things that have happened.
If we go through with what you want everyone is going to know what you
have become. Why don’t you go get the
phone and call Frank and tell him you want to become my slave?
Tell him that you would rather stay home and lick my feet
than go out with him drinking or playing video games with him.”
Don, hesitated and I thought perhaps he was going to come to
his senses. But, then he slowly rose to
his feet and went into the kitchen and returned with the cordless phone. With a look of sadness, he dialed his best
friend’s number and clearly announced that he could not see him anymore as he
had decided to become his wife’s slave.
That he would be spending as much time licking her feet as long as she
would allow and that with all the other duties he would have, he would not have
time for frivolous things. I couldn’t
hear what was said on the other end of the line, but the look on my husband’s
face told me he had just ended his oldest friendship because he loved me that
much. I could see the hurt expression on
his face and that as well caused me pleasure.
I couldn’t wait to further isolate him from his friends and yes, even
his family.
When he sank back to his knees in front of me, I reached
out, gently grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face into my
bosom. I stroked his hair as I felt
tears begin falling from his eyes and onto the front of my blouse. “There, there,” I soothed. “That is enough for tonight. Let’s get your cage and get you locked back
up. “You do want your cock put back in
the tube don’t you?” But what I didn’t tell him was how much I
enjoyed seeing his tears stream down his cheeks. And I vowed to myself that I would make that
happen every chance that I got.
“Yes, mistress, may I call you mistress?”
“Sure, unless you would rather call me goddess.
After all, you said you wanted to worship me. Let’s go up to bed and get you locked
in. After a good night’s sleep, we will discuss this further.”
And so, once again I put his cock into the tube and locked
it securely in place. I told him to get
naked, as I wanted to lay skin to skin with him. And then for a reason that was unknown to me
at the time, I went to my lingerie drawer and pulled out a pair of silk
stockings. I put them on along with a
garter belt and secured them in place.
Then when I crawled into bed with him and snuggled up I made sure one
nylon-clad leg was draped across his hips.
As much as he tried to suppress it, I know I heard him groan. I must have had a huge smile on my face as I
drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I asked him how he had slept. He smiled and told me that it was hard for
him to sleep with a beautiful almost naked woman lying against him, but that he
had loved every minute of it. I then
asked him how he liked the feel of nylon against his skin.
“I loved it,”
was his reply.
“Good, I said
because I want you to be comfortable and so I have decided to let you wear
panties instead men’s underwear from now on.
And in order to make sure that you get the full experience, I want to
shave all the hair off of your body from the neck down. We should have done that yesterday when you
were unlocked from your cage but I guess I can make an exception and unlock you
again today long enough for you to remove your pubic hair. Now, go down and make me breakfast and bring
it back up to me on a tray. I feel like
getting a few more minutes of bedtime.”
After he left
the room, I picked up the phone and dialed Jenny’s number. I started out telling her about the fantastic
sex I had enjoyed with my husband while he was locked in the two ring system
and then progressed to the part where he had asked to be my slave.”
Jenny then
said, “You go girl. I am so
jealous. I am the one with a dozen men
and you turn the only male you know into a personal slave? Are you going to cuckold him?”
“Wow, I
haven’t ever thought about that,” I said.
I did make myself a promise last
night that I would not be going long periods of time without a large cock in my
cunt. Of course, I was thinking of Don
with a pop sickle but now that you mention it, I doubt he can stand those rings
more than once a week. I just may have to
find me someone with an 8-inch cock.”
“Why stop at
just one? I have several male
acquaintances that have bigger cocks than that.
How about if I introduce you to a couple.”
“As intriguing
as that idea is, I think I need to break that news to my slave gently. Any idea of how I should broach that
subject?”
“As a matter
of fact, I do. Order Don to take you to
the club Saturday night. Make him sit at
the bar and watch as you dance with every man in the place except him. While you are on the dance floor encourage
them to take a few liberties. Let’s see
how jealous Don gets. And incidentally,
we need to find something else to call him.
It doesn’t seem right addressing a slave by his given name.”
“Yes,” I
laughed. “He is now calling me goddess,
I guess I need to find something a little demeaning to call him.”
“Why don’t you
feminize him and then you could call him Donna?”
“Funny you
should mention that, I already told him I was putting him in panties. And after breakfast,
I am going to shave all his body hair from the neck down. Although that sounds like a large chore with the
amount of hair he has. I thought some of
using Nair but that only works on the finer stuff unless I leave it on long
enough to burn his skin. Do you have any
ideas?”
“Yes, let me
come over and help. I will bring a pair
of dog clippers. They get a little warm
after a while but surely a slave should not mind a little pain. And once we have got him properly denuded,
let’s take him out shopping for lingerie and a pair of heels.”
“Jenny, you
are so wicked, but I love your ideas.
Bring your clippers and let’s make a day of turning Don into Donna.”
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