The Submission of My Wife

"Yes Sir, the boys have noticed and are now pointing it out to the two girls," she replied in a whisper. "The girls are now laughing and I can hear them calling me a slut. Please Sir, can I close my legs now?" she pleaded in embarrassment.

"Not yet slut. Let these young men and women see what a proper little whore you are. I bet your cunt is getting wet right now, isn't it?" I asked. "Maybe you'd like it if I had you walk over and offer yourself to them to be their little plaything. Hmm? Would you like that whore?" I asked. I knew my running monologue was having an effect on her as I could hear her breathing quickening.

After a minute had finally passed, I informed Tina that she could close her legs and turn around to eat her lunch. By then all of the teenagers were laughing quite loudly, and words like 'slut' and 'skank' could be heard over the din of the food court.

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In the weeks that followed, her work days were filled with similar events. She was still masturbating twice a day in the public washroom and had now graduated to wearing the butt plug every day from 10am until her second orgasm at 2pm. I'd also throw in the occasional flashing at the food court, varying the recipients of her charms from male office workers much older than she was to gaggles of giggling female students and everything in between. On the weekends that she came home, Tina was kept naked and collared for most of it. It was on one of these weekends that I finally broke Tina's anal cherry. For this occasion I used the video camera and again positioned it so that she was staring into the lens as I invaded her anal cavity. I made her describe to the camera in detail what I was doing and how it was making her feel. When we finally both came, the camera captured her most powerful orgasm yet. That same weekend, I took back Tina's butt plug and gave her a new one, which measured 2" across at the fattest part.

Some days after this, Tina admitted to me one evening, during one of our routine phone calls, that her new lifestyle was helping her cope with the pressures and stress of her new job. She found herself looking forward to each day as she was never sure what I would have in store for her.

It was during one of these evening phone calls that Tina informed me of news she had received that day at work. She had received word that a manager from one of the district sub-offices was off on sick leave indeterminately, and that head office wanted Tina to fill in as manager of that office as well. This meant she would be required to fly into this community twice a month to take care of business there for several days at a time. Though she accepted the extra work without complaint, I could tell the prospect of the added stress was not sitting well with her.

It was on her first trip there that she had an unexpected meeting one day at the local mall. She ran into an old friend of hers, Debbie, who we had met years ago while studying at the same university. They had been best friends back then, but after graduation, and several transfers later, they had lost touch with each other. Now reunited, they talked like old hens for hours each evening, catching each other up on their lives.

Debbie is very similar to my wife in that she is also a very strong willed and independent woman. She is several inches taller than Tina and has long curly dark brown hair with dark hazel eyes to match. Her figure is shapely with breasts slightly smaller than Tina's, and an ass that can turn heads. My wife revealed later to me, that her friend Debbie had bought a house there several years ago after securing an administrative position with the local hospital. She indicated that Debbie had offered to let Tina stay at the house each time she went down for business, rather than staying in a hotel.

Having an old friend there to stay with each time helped Tina with the transition and the extra work. In no time at all, the two of them were best of friends again, and they would occasionally get drunk on several bottles of wine some evenings. It was during one of these drunken times, my wife later confided, that the conversation eventually turned to sex. As is always the case; lips get loosened whenever alcohol is applied. Debbie ended up confiding to Tina, that she hadn't had sex in over a year. As they commiserated over that for a bit and more wine was drunk, my wife inadvertently let slip during the conversation that I had written several sex stories a while ago.

By this point the girls were so drunk that they were practically falling down and giggling at everything. When Debbie expressed curiosity to read the stories, it never even occurred to Tina to say no. She promptly stumbled over to her laptop and quickly navigated to the site where the stories had been uploaded. Pulling up the first one entitled "My Pet Teacher", Tina passed the laptop to Debbie.

As Debbie read through the story, she'd occasionally mutter an "oh my God" or a "holy shit", but never stopped reading until she was finished. When she finally looked up from the computer, after several more glasses of wine, she asked Tina if there were any more. Tina then pulled up the next two stories "The Humiliation of my Wife" and "Owning my Best Friend's Mom" and once again passed the computer back to Debbie. Once Debbie had finished reading the last story "The Making of an Office Slut", the conversation remained firmly rooted around sex. Debbie admitted to my wife that she found herself turned on by the contents of the stories. Later, the two of them also admitted to each other that neither of them had been with another woman but that they wouldn't be opposed to trying it. The conversation continued to go downhill from there until late in the evening, the decision was made to finally call it a night and head to bed.

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I'm sure both of them just chalked the conversation up to the drunken ramblings of two best friends, but upon hearing the story several days later, I began to have other ideas. Not wanting to let my wife in on my thoughts, for fear she might say no, I kept things to myself, and never discussed the matter with her again, as I began to plan on how to bring my ideas to fruition.

My plan finally came together when I convinced Debbie to join my wife and I at our place for one of the weekends she was scheduled to come home for. I made sure to keep my tone light and jovial so that Tina wouldn't become suspicious of my motives. Once the ladies had arrived and dinner had been eaten, we settled down in the living room, opened several bottles of wine and began to catch each other on our respective days and lives. Since the girls knew practically everything about each other at this point, I spend much of the time talking about my life and work. I also ensured that I only had a few glasses of wine, while I kept their glasses overflowing with bubbly.

Soon the two of them were plastered drunk and were giggling at everything I said. It was at this point that I decided to put my plan into action.

As lightly and nonchalantly as I could I began, "So Debbie. Tina was telling me the other day that you read my stories. What did you think of them?"

"What? Oh, they were really good. I can't believe your imagination!" Debbie exclaimed.

"What parts of the stories did you like?" I asked, pretending indifferent curiosity.

"Mmm....I guess the issues of control, and the stuff they were made to do. It was all so very surreal, yet sexy," she replied.

"Well, I'm really glad you enjoyed them." Again staying as light and indifferent as I could, I added "did Tina tell you that she also enjoyed those stories?"

"Umm....no I don't think so," was the slurred response.

"Oh she did. In fact she enjoyed them so much that she volunteered to become my slave," I said, watching Debbie's reaction closely as I dropped the bomb.

Her head snapped up from her wine glass upon hearing that. "She what?" she asked incredulously. I could see Tina turning a few shades of red as she listened to our conversation.

"She wanted to know what it felt like to be those women in the stories, so she agreed to give control to me in our sex lives. I believe she finds it very liberating, don't you slut?" I asked, turning my head slightly towards my wife.

Clearing her throat loudly she quietly responded, "yes Sir."

"What? You're fucking pulling my leg, aren't you Carl?" Debbie asked between hiccups. Her half-full glass of wine temporarily forgotten as she tried to determine if I was kidding around with her or not.

"No, I'm quite serious." Turning to my wife I ordered, "open your shirt and let Debbie see your breasts."

Not trusting her voice any more, after only a slight pause, Tina reached up with shaking hands and unfastened the buttons on her blouse, and slowly pulled the material aside, exposing her bare breasts. Her nipples were hard as rocks and stuck out at least half an inch as if begging for attention.

Debbie just gaped at them for several seconds, disbelieving what she was seeing. "Tina told me that you were turned on by the content of my stories. Would you also like to know what it feels like to be those women in the stories?" I asked with bated breath.

This was the moment of truth. Either Debbie would take the bait and things would unfold as I had hoped, or she would be disgusted by the thought and my weekend plans cut short. Several seconds of silence passed as Tina continued to hold her blouse open while her best friend openly ogled her bare breasts.

When she finally answered a much muted "yes", I could barely contain my excitement.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that Debbie. What did you say?" I asked again, just to be certain.

"Yes, I would," was her reply.

"Are you prepared to give complete control to me? To do whatever I tell you to do, just like the women in those stories?" I asked, wanting to make sure the ground rules were agreed upon beforehand.

"Yes."

"Are you prepared to accept the consequences should you not obey me in all things?"

"Yes."

"Even if that means taking you over my knee and spanking your ass?"

"Yes." By now it was as if she was in a trance, answering yes to all of my questions.

"Very well. Stand up Debbie," I ordered.

Hesitant at first, and with obviously shaking knees, Debbie finally rose to her feet to stand before us. Tina was transfixed by the sight before her and was oblivious to the fact that she was still holding her shirt open.

"Take off your shirt Debbie."

Her eyes fixed on Tina's breasts, she grasped the sides of her t-shirt and lifted it off over her head, dropping it to the floor beside her.

"Now the bra."

Reaching behind her, she unhooked the clasp on her bra and allowed the material to fall away from her breasts, before it landed on the floor next to her t-shirt. Debbie's breasts are still firm, like Tina's, but have much darker areolas and fatter nipples. These too were standing at attention.

"Now the jeans Debbie."

Like she was on auto-pilot, eyes still glued to Tina's exposed breasts, Debbie unbuttoned the front of her jeans, slid the zipper down and shimmied out of her pants until they were in a bunch on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

"And finally the panties," I added, admiring the skimpy black lace barely covering her pubic mound.

Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, she slowly rolled them down her legs until she finally stood before us completely naked. I could see that Debbie had taken care to keep the hair shaved around her pussy lips with just a small tuft of dark hair at the top of her slit.

"Very nice Debbie. You have a beautiful body," I complemented her as I shifted in my seat, to relieve the uncomfortable pressure building in the front of my pants, as my hard-on strained to break free of its bonds.

"I want you to kneel in front of Tina. Spread your knees wider apart. Now clasp your hands behind your back." Once she had complied, "Very good. Tina, go get your collar," I ordered, turning my attention to my wife.

Without a word, she hopped up from the couch and ran to the front door to grab her collar from the hook upon where it's kept. Racing back, she stood in front of me, holding the collar out.

"No slut, I want you to put the collar on her for me." As she began to fasten the collar around the neck of her friend, I explained to Debbie, "this collar symbolizes your agreement with me to obey me in all things. You will hasten to obey my every order instantly for to do otherwise, will result in a severe punishment for you. Is this clear?" I asked.

Nodding her head, and with a frightened look in her eyes, she quietly replied, "yes."

Taking a small digital camera out of my shirt pocket, I began to snap several pictures of her naked form. I could see Debbie was surprised at my actions, but she resisted saying anything.

"From now on Tina you will be referred to as 'slut' and you Debbie will be referred to as 'whore'. Now whore, I want you to look up at the slut and ask to eat her pussy," I ordered.

Eyes wide with fear, and a tinge of excitement, Debbie looked up into the face of her best friend and very quietly asked, "May I lick your pussy please?"

Clearing her throat, Tina quickly replied "yes" as she grabbed the hem of her skirt and yanked it up to her waist. Once her knees were spread open, Debbie cautiously inched forward on her knees until she was staring straight into my wife's cleanly shaven pussy. Hesitant and unsure of how to proceed, Debbie finally leaned forward and, with her tongue stuck out, began to lap slowly at Tina's moist opening.

Tina's eyes were glued to Debbie's face as she began to lick her pussy with more confidence. The more Debbie got into it, the more excited Tina became. After a few minutes, Debbie was eating pussy with wild abandon. She was driving several fingers into Tina's pussy while simultaneously licking and nibbling on her engorged clit. At this point, Tina's head was laid back against the cushions of the couch and her eyes were closed as she moaned and cried out in pleasure, "that's it whore, lick my cunt."

Leaning over, I ordered Debbie to look up at me while she ate Tina's soaking wet pussy. I then snapped a few more pictures of her with her face covered in pussy juice and her tongue buried in her best friend's cunt. Her face turned a deep shade of red as her continued humiliation was captured on film.

"Slut! Raise your knees up to your chest," I ordered Tina. "Now, tongue her ass, whore," I directed Debbie once Tina was in position. Without hesitation, Debbie began tonguing Tina's asshole, trying to drive her tongue past the sphincter, like it was a cock fucking her ass. This added sensation pushed my wife over the edge, and grabbing a handful of Debbie's hair and driving her face into her ass and pussy, she began cumming and shrieking like a banshee. Her body shook and convulsed causing her pussy juices to be smeared all over Debbie's face and hair.

When at last Tina released her hold on her friend's hair, Debbie sat back on her heels with a flushed face, slick with pussy juices, and looked up at me expectantly. Her breathing was ragged and her nipples were hard as rocks, and I could tell she was turned on by what had just happened.

Did you enjoy eating your best friend's cunt whore?" I asked.

"Yes Sir," was the quick response.

"Would you like to cum too whore?"

"Oh, yes Sir."

"Very well. Stand up and walk over to the living room window," I ordered. Our living room has a large bay window overlooking our front lawn and the quiet street beyond. Currently there are only white sheers covering the windows. "Pull back the curtains on both sides." It is now was dark outside and, without the curtains, were anyone to bother looking up at our house, they would be able to clearly see inside as we had all of the lights on in the living room. Once Debbie had both curtains pulled back, I continued. "Now stand with your back to the window in the middle." As she turned to comply, I could see her face was a deep crimson red which was now spreading down her neck to her shoulders. "Spread your feet wide apart and bend over at the waist. Let's give my neighbours a real good look at a whore's asshole and cunt." When she was in position, I continued. "You wanted to cum, so go ahead and finger your pussy now. Show my neighbours what a dirty little whore you are. Perhaps I'll invite them over later and let them take turns using you?" As she dug her fingers into her already wet pussy, and began to frig as quickly as she could I asked, "you'd probably like that wouldn't you whore?"

"Mmm..." was the only reply as her eyes closed and the pace of her fingers picked up even further. I could tell she was close to cumming. The added humiliation was having an impact on Debbie and, in very little time, she was ready to cum. Grabbing the camera I took several more shots for added embarrassment.

Opening her eyes and looking up at me, she asked "may I cum Sir?" Sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead as she fought to contain her excitement.

"Yes, cum for my wife and I. Show us and our neighbours how you like to cum while everyone watches."

With a loud moan, Debbie's orgasm overtook her as she stood bent over in front of my picture window. Her legs soon became like jello and she involuntarily dropped to her knees as the waves of pleasure washed over her body.

When at last Debbie came around and managed to get her breathing under control, I ordered Tina, "finish undressing slut and then get on your hands and knees with your ass facing your friend." When she was in position I then ordered Debbie, "crawl over and lick her asshole. I want it nicely lubricated for my cock."

Without any hesitation, Debbie crawled over and dipped her head once more into her friend's ass. As she was busily licking and working her tongue into my wife's ass, I had to sit back and admire what was unfolding before me. I had both women naked on their hands and knees in the middle of my living room with one tonguing the ass of the other! It was something right out of my fantasies. I could hardly believe my luck that it was actually coming true. It was becoming quite apparent that Debbie was a true submissive and not just someone seeking a release for her stress.

While Debbie lubricated Tina's ass, I took the opportunity to shed my clothes. Once naked I ordered, "whore, get on your back." When she was in position, I then had Tina straddle her face in the classic 69 position. "Now eat her pussy whore, while I fuck her ass."

And with that I knelt behind my wife, took aim at her puckered asshole and began working the head of my cock in. There was very little resistance this time as Debbie had done a good job of loosening it up with her tongue. As I worked my cock into Tina's tight ass, I could hear slurping sounds from below me as Debbie began eating Tina's pussy for the second time tonight. Once I had the entire length buried in her ass, I began fucking her in long hard strokes, bottoming out with each thrust. A grin broke out on my face as I realized that with each thrust, my balls were smacking Debbie on the forehead.

"Whore, spread your legs," I ordered. Reaching down, I grabbed a discarded flip flop and passed it to Tina. "Slut, I want you to beat her pussy with the shoe. Don't stop until I tell you to." I was curious to see how Debbie would react to the pain stimuli and, to be honest, it was turning me on to see my wife dominating another woman.

With no hesitation at all, Tina began laying in to her friend's exposed and opened pussy with the flip flop. At first the smacks were tentative and light, but when Debbie did not protest, and the pleasure of the fucking and licking began to overtake her senses, Tina began beating the pussy in front of her in earnest. She began to time the smacks to coincide with each thrust in her ass. Each time I bottomed out, a resounding SMACK could be heard as the shoe hit Debbie's wet and exposed pussy lips. The beating was beginning to have an effect on Debbie as I could hear her beginning to mewl and cry out with each smack. To my surprise, Debbie kept her legs open the entire time and even began lifting her pussy up to meet each blow. It was evident that Debbie was getting turned on by the pain.