My Slut Wife Life Ch. 03

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I wanted to laugh at his tone, but I held it back. He was serious about this, and I had to be serious too.

"First things first," he said, as if pulling from a list that he'd assembled long before. "None of this master and slave stuff. You can't say master without giggling, and I won't have a slave who giggles. So I'm going to save us all some pain and suffering and go with new names. You will call me Sir. With a capital S. Sir. And I will call you whatever I want. Bitch. Slut. Cunt. Whore. Whatever strikes my fancy. Make sure you write this down. When you call me Sir, it should be with complete sincerity and humility. Yes, Sir. No, Sir. Or "Sir, may I lick the cum off the floor?"

I lost my train of thought as an image of me passed through my imagination, one where I was kneeling down, mouth pressed to the floor, licking up a pool of cum. I suddenly wanted to do that. Right then.

"Point two," he lectured, warming to his subject. "I am your owner. You are my property. Not master and slave, but owner and property. I can do with you whatever I want. If I want to lend you to the neighbors, I will do so. Just like lending a shovel, or a screwdriver or a carton of eggs. You're property, no more than that. And I'll make sure the people that I lend you to understand that I want you returned in the same condition that they got you. Unmarked. Unscarred. And ready to do the same task for me. Owner. Property."

Owner and property. I mulled that over for a second. Yes, it could work that way. And it would be different from that silly slave stuff you saw on the internet. The ones with the wives posing like slaves, but not actually forced to do anything.

"Point three: You don't get a say in what happens to you. Just like a shovel can't say it won't dig in mud, you can't say you won't do something. Oh, if there's something that's too dangerous, or too gross, or potentially too harmful, you can let me know about it. But expect that I will give you another task that's likely to be even less appealing to you. And you'll be punished for not following my orders, to boot."

I thought for a second about that one, too, as I wrote down the rule. There are lots of kinky and disgusting things that people do that I wouldn't. Like have sex with a dog. Or eat poop. Or put pins in my tits. But I was positively sure that he didn't like those things either. Almost positively.

"Point four: While we're on the subject of punishment, expect to receive lots of it, in many different ways. You need to learn your place in the world, and frankly, there will be times when I just enjoy punishing you. Obedience, punishment and discipline all go hand in hand. Just remember that I do it out of a desire to make you better at what you do. Which is to please me. And that's something we both want."

I smiled as I wrote that one down. I can pretty much turn my tears on and off at will. On the couple of occasions where he playfully gave me a spanking, I was able to dissuade him simply by whipping up some tears. I had this one covered. Or so I thought.

"Finally, point five: You're going to need to be OK with the fact that other people are going to know your secret, and to accept or ignore their judgment. What we're going to do isn't what's considered normal to most married couples. So, if somebody recognizes you from pictures on the internet, or sees you doing something in person, you need to be able to deal with their judgment. That won't always be easy. In fact, it may be hard. But if you look at it the right way, it can add to the experience. You know, the pleasure of going against society and all that. So you need to know your motivations and be accepting of your lot in life."

My mind worked furiously as I wrote that all down. He had a good point, there. What would I say if my friends spotted my picture on the internet? Or when the rumors started to swirl? We live in a part of the country where everyone keeps to themselves. But the rumor mill works at twice the speed than in the city. The first inkling of us having a kinky lifestyle would be all over the place in minutes. Yet despite the trepidation, I also got a huge jolt of excitement. I knew I'd feel superior to all of them if I enjoyed doing something they wouldn't. And I'd always liked to push the edges of propriety.

"So, that's it for now on those subjects. Something to think about, when you're not training to be a good slut." He said the words with a pronounced leer in his voice, as if daring me to react. "Let's go inside and get started with your training."

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Looking back at my copious notes from that evening, it's clear that he had a definite plan regarding what he wanted to cover. Maybe he'd thought it all the way through, like the project plans he makes at work. Or, more likely, he'd fantasized about it so often that he'd almost lived it before trying it in real life. Either way, by the end of the evening, I knew exactly what was expected of me.

Once inside the house, he pulled the ottoman over in front of the couch and gestured for me to sit on it, while he took a seat on the couch. "The first thing you need to learn are a few starting positions. They'll make it easier for you to understand what I want, without me having to explain how I want you to stand, or sit, or whatever. And when it's time to show you off to other people, it will impress them at how well you respond to orders. And you will respond correctly," he added, adding a knife edge to his tone. "So, take off that outfit and I'll show you exactly how I want you to pose."

The first pose he put me in was what he called "Stand for Inspection." I knew this one already. He'd asked me to pose this way in the past, when we played at the master/slave game. Now, though, he was much more serious and exacting in his directions. I had to stand barefoot, with my legs slightly spread, and my hands clasped behind my head, keeping my back straight so my breasts would be thrust forward. If I kept my eyes open, they needed to always be looking downward, unless he ordered otherwise.

Once he had me in position, he took pictures of me from all angles. For later reference, he said. Then he demonstrated the importance of that position to me, running his hands across my breasts, along my hips and around my flanks. Using his finger to delve into my pussy, splitting the lips as easily as parting a wisp of fabric. And inspecting every inch of my exposed body, prodding here and there, examining my mouth and teeth, squeezing my tits like melons, tweaking the nipples and commenting on each discovery like a slave trader looking over a prospective purchase.

After he finished his inspection, I felt more like a piece of meat or an animal than a woman and wife. Which was probably the idea.

The next position was "Kneel for inspection," which is similar to the standing position, but kneeling back on my heels. The same clasping of the hands behind the head, the straightness of the back, the downcast eyes. My legs were to be spread a little farther. I performed it on the ottoman in front of him, and when he probed my waiting pussy with his fingers, his hand came away wet. Just the simple act of displaying myself like that had turned me on.

Again he demonstrated the usefulness of that position. His ability to easily probe my cunt. To inspect my posture. And show how firm my breast became when I stretched like that. I have large boobs, as I said. And they now have a bit of sag to them, thanks to nursing the children. But they still stand out on their own, and when displayed like that, seemed almost youthful to me. I was silently congratulating myself on that when he drily pointed out how this was likely to be the position in which he would be displaying me to other men. That set me back a bit.

He called the next position "Hands and Knees," which was appropriate because it consisted of me being on my hands and knees. I was to keep my elbows locked tight, my back level, my legs parted enough for him to crouch between, and my feet vertical to the floor, with the bottom of my toes bent and touching the floor. This last part was hard to maintain, as I would normally put the tops of my feet against the floor. But when I got it wrong, he demonstrated the primary use of this position. He spanked me. Hard. With the flat of his hand hitting the round of my rump with enough force that the crack of impact echoed throughout the house. Crack! Crack! Crack! I wrote down the instructions, but knew that I'd remember the details of that position without any notes.

"Ass Up" came next. The same position, but with my forearms and hands touching the floor, and my back sloping sharply upward. When his cock entered my pussy from behind, I thought I knew the primary use for this position. Then, when his cock pressed insistently at my anus, wiggling its way through until it popped inside and I let out a gasp, then I knew the real primary use for "Ass Up." Though he's found lots of creative ways to use in the years since then.

He instructed me to roll over and get on my back for the "On Your Back" position. I thought I knew the proper way to do this, as I'd opened myself to him thousands of times. But I was sorely wrong. I was to lay back, head on the floor and looking up at the ceiling. My legs were to be spread at a 45-degree angle. Knees bent just so, feet flat on the floor. And hands flat on the floor on each side of me, resting but always ready to help guide him into my fuck hole. He needed no such help when he crawled between my legs to demonstrate the use of this position, as his thick cock immediately found my cunt hole and rammed its way in. He fucked me like that for a while, rather clinically, admonishing me more than once not to lift my legs in response to his humping. After he pulled his still throbbing cock from inside me, he once again sent a shiver down my spine when he declared that this would be a good position in which to display me to an audience. I knew he was serious, this time.

When he told me to "Spread Wide," I thought I knew what that meant, too. On Your Back with my legs spread wider, right? Well, yes and no. He had me put my legs in the air and spread them, and then reach a-r-o-u-n-d my legs and pull my pussy lips far apart. Really far apart, so he could not only see the pink inside my pussy, but also deep down into my cunt hole. He took lots of pictures of me while I held this painful position, which I'd always associated with being a filthy slut. Which made me the same.

"That's it for the regular positions," he announced, looking down at my naked form. "Those would be the ones that most masters and slaves would recognize, although they may have different names for them. There's a couple more that I'm going to teach you now, and then a few others that we'll go over later."

Regular positions? That confirmed my belief that he'd been looking all this up on the internet. Although, now that he knew that Jeremy dominated his own wife, who knew what kind of perversions my husband – no, my Owner – would soon be bringing home.

"Feed Me," was the first of his special positions. He put me into "Hands and Knees," then made me crawl over his body as he lay face up on the floor. He positioned me so that my tits were hanging right over his mouth. Then I had to dip down to feed my tit into his mouth, letting him suck on it, lick it, bite it, take a large gob of the firm flesh into his mouth, worry at it, nibble or do whatever else he wanted to, with no regard to how good or painful it might feel to me. Then, with a muffled command or a nudge of his face, I was to shift my body to bring the other one into mouth range. Back and forth, back and forth we went, his mouth sometimes tender on my sensitive flesh, other times rough and mean, making me whimper and yelp in agony. Several times he took in whole mouthfuls of tit flesh and chewed on it, physically holding me in place when I tried to pull away. After the second time that I protested, he grabbed me by the hair and twisted my head down next to his. "Mine!" he declared sharply, his meaning clear. I was but a piece of property. And he could use or misuse me however he liked. Another lesson learned.

The next position, "Flat on the Floor," was one that we'd tried a few times before, but I'd never liked and wouldn't let him use very often. I was to lie face down on the floor, my face turned to the right and pressed flat against the cold surface. I kept my legs tightly together, and my toes pointed downward. I could put my hands wherever I wanted them, so I placed them flat on the floor next to my head. I knew I'd have to brace myself against the floor. Crouching on all fours, he mounted me, plunging his iron rod straight into my asshole. I know why he likes this position – no matter how long he fucks my ass like this, my anal ring never relaxes all the way. So I'm as tight on the fiftieth stroke as I was on the first one. For those same reasons, it's painful for me. So I need to keep him lubricated all the time, either by begging to suck his cock or begging for him to put some lube on. You can guess which one happens most often.

We ran through the positions one more time, with him recording each of my attempts and making note of every mistake, real or perceived. Then, after putting me in the Hands and Knees position, he thoroughly spanked me, until I was sure my ass was glowing red. I turned on the tears early, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, I think it actually made him more brutal.

I rolled over when he was done, curling my body around his ankles. I was spent. I had no idea what time it was. And my body was sore from head to toe. So when he ordered onto my hands and knees, I literally sighed with relief. At least I wouldn't have to do anything too strenuous.

After all that he'd done to me, this doggy fuck was almost anti-climatic. Until he climaxed, of course. Up until that point, he just slammed his meat into me as hard as he could, grabbing me by the hair and pulling my head back at the same time. The only time I had to do anything was when he held himself still and made me rock back and forth on his magically hard cock. And even then, it wasn't too long before the lust took hold of him again and he moved his dick into my ass, sodomizing me like a college kid getting his first taste of ass fucking.

"Get ready," he growled, and I wasn't sure what he meant until he added the command to get into the "Kneel for Inspection" position. With my hands laced behind my head and my tongue out as far as it could go, I obediently waited for him to adorn my face with his cum. It took only a minute of stroking and a couple of visits to my mouth before he was unloading gobs of creamy jizz onto my face, the sperm hot and squishy and wonderfully thick. At his command to hold still, he dragged his cock across the dripping rivulets until a large gob attached itself to his manhood. Then, ever so carefully, he moved it into my mouth, where I sucked and licked him clean, as obedient as any young schoolgirl. '

Over and over he fed me the cum from my face, neck and tits, moaning as I employed my tongue for its proper use: cleaning cum from my owner's cock. Finally, when my body was cleaned of his cum, and his dick was cleared of it too, he physically pushed me, smiling as I awkwardly toppled backwards. I was just about to protest when he said meaningfully, "You missed a spot or two."

Nonplussed, I looked down at my body, which, though sweaty, was clean of his sperm. Then I noticed two drops on the floor. "Ass up, bitch!" he said harshly, and I scrambled into position. At another gesture, I licked his man juice off the floor, as carefully as if I was licking up gold.

"And that's the last lesson of the night, slut," he declared. "You're not to waste any of my cum, no matter where it falls. You'll eat every drop, or you'll pay the consequences." At that point, I thought I'd known the consequences. Soon enough, I'd find out how wrong I was.

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BuzzCzarBuzzCzarover 9 years ago
Positions

When I started reading this it brought back memories. I pulled up some old scanned Polaroids from 96-97 of my wife in a few of the same positions you describe. I remember teaching and correcting her posture like it was yesterday. I lost her to Leukemia in April of 09. Thanks for the smiles engendered by what I'm reading.

TheChameleonTheChameleonover 10 years ago
Damn

Loved it so far, looking forward to the rest

Aussiemale50Aussiemale50over 11 years ago
Loving every minute

Awesome. Love your photos too.

SunnydazeySunnydazeyover 11 years ago
Loving it!

Can't wait to see what happens when Jeremy gets involved...!

oldtwitoldtwitover 11 years ago
It goes on

This just gets better , loved the pace and it being written in the first person makes this so real, just so sensual.

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