The Master And The Sex Slave (chapter 1 of 3)

by bigdaddykingdavid (USA)

My wife was a prude and I hated it. She was raised by stern religious parents who kept her sheltered, in fear and under the impression that sex was evil. I had tried everything I could think of to help her relax, let her hair down, and go from vanilla to wild cherry with me in the bedroom.

Her father issues made it impossible to do anything but have married sex, in the missionary position, while silent, and accept it as a duty to the husband. She was not to enjoy it because only bad girls enjoyed it. I had pretended in my head for years she was moaning and telling me things I needed to hear as I poked in and out of her seemingly lifeless corpse, but that only made me riddled with guilt.

I on the other hand am a kinky fucking freak with very few inhibitions or limits sexually and I love every second of it. I frequently walk around our home with a butt plug in my ass and a lotion covered cock because I need to feel naughty. The moment she goes out to run errands and such I turn on porn that gets me hard quickly as I stroke myself.

The lotion slathered on my cock is there from playing with it earlier on, or because I know I will get hard at the weirdest times and I need the lube to stroke off with. The plug in my ass has several marble like orbs on it and when I get ready to cum, I start fucking it in and out of my tight pink asshole which causes additional stimulation and sometimes I even smack the prostate causing the granddaddy of all orgasms to spurt my semen high into the air.

It got to the point where I was ready to cheat on her, or divorce her and go on a wild fuck spree with any willing, consenting, female, of legal age until my balls were drained completely and I was able to have the naughty sex that I need to satisfy my inner freak.

On a whim, I tried one last thing in hopes that I might get the sex I needed and bring my wife out of her sexless prison. Oh my sweet, sweaty, scrotum, did it ever open the flood gates and make her daddy's little angel turn into her husbands little cum dump, fuck toy, slave who now cannot get enough kinky sex to satiate her hungry, wet fuck hole.

Then it changes and it's her day to make me her slave, who sometimes must pleasure his mistress and owner in whatever way she chooses yet gets his only with permission.

I suggested to My wife that we play a game in which one becomes the master and the other the sex slave. We would alternate roles each time we played, however there were very strict guidelines before one could play that must be agreed to with no exception.

We each had to agree to some rules that were mandatory no matter what happened in the game with one exception: The slave felt they were being harmed in any way such as physically, mentally, emotionally in a manner that was damaging to them and could not be tolerated or endured.

A safe word was agreed upon by each of us and the rules were as follows: There would be an agreed time in which the master waited in a recliner wearing anything they wanted and the slave would enter the room wearing whatever the master had ordered them to wear just before the game was to begin.

The game would commence once the master spoke and the slave was to do whatever It was told by the master at all times. There could be no hesitation, reluctance, or refusal by the slave or it would be punished to any degree the master felt appropriate, using any method they choose. The game ended in six hours unless the master chooses to end it sooner.

I could not believe it when my frigid, prim and proper, wife agree to the game and the rules knowing the nature of my sexually twisted mind but she did.

The following two chapters will give the exact details of the events that occurred while I was the master of my slave wife and then the reverse of those roles having her be the master of me.

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