Wednesday Afternoon. From previous Instalment.
We made a substantial lunch together and she sat on my lap while we fed each other. I played with her body and allowed her to cum as often as she wanted.
She walked into the other room then swayed back towards me, dropped a cushion on the floor and knelt between my legs with her hands behind her back. She started speaking thoughtfully. "You have released a Genie from the bottle. I have discovered that I am multi-orgasmic, that I am a sensual masochist, a three-hole slut and, today you showed me that I am also an exhibitionist...
"I don't think that I can return to being a vanilla wife next week. I Louise submit my body and heart to you. Will you John, my husband, lover, and Master, love me, keep me, and control me for your pleasure and mine, until death us do part?"
She handed me a collar from behind her back and after weighing in my hands, I buckled it around her neck with fumbling fingers and, following her lead, said solemnly, "I John, take you to be my love slave, to have and keep safe, until death do us part."
I held her hands and helped her to her feet. "Present." She stood with her feet wide apart, and her chest pushed out proudly with her hands behind her neck, (how I loved her tits). I walked around her, running my hands across her flanks and bottom. I held the ring in her collar with one hand and hefted the weight of her firm breasts and rubbed each of her nipples between my fingers and thumb. My fingers trailed down her ribs, over her trembling belly and shaved pudenda, then through her slick folds. "Mine," I declared.
"Yours," she confirmed, as she writhed on my hand. "Whenever you want me, however you want me. Yours completely." I pulled her head towards me with a finger in her collar and my kiss possessed her soft, willing mouth as she moaned and continued to writhe wetly on my other hand. I didn't think life could get any better.
I led her to the bed, and I was again astonished at how my recovery and stamina had improved with the constantly naked, walking Viagra, that was my companion. We made long, slow, languorous, sweaty, love, followed by yet another shower together.
As we lounged together on the sofa, I asked Louise how she imagined our life would work in the following weeks, months, and years. "I have been thinking about that for days," she replied, snuggling closer. "I do have a plan which I hope you will like but I would like to surprise you with it if you let me. I think you will like it a lot because it will solve many issues at once, but it does involve some risk. It will be a surprise, but I beg you, beg you, to let me explain it to you completely before you judge it."
"I like you begging for orgasms, but we are still man and wife, and you don't need to beg me to let you explain a plan. Nevertheless, I will promise to listen to the whole plan before judging it."
Wednesday evening.
That evening, I had a message on the 'phone saying that the car would be ready for collection the next afternoon. Louise immediately seemed concerned. "John, for my plan to work, I really need a car all tomorrow morning. I want to sort out the future this week so that we can restart our future life. If you really hate my plan, or want to change it, we will still have a few days left. Please trust me for another day and I will explain everything. Would you mind taking a taxi or an Uber to collect the car please?"
Somewhat confused I agreed and rang to arrange a car for three the next afternoon. Louise seemed relieved but still concerned about my reaction. To ease her concern, I suggested that she use a large anal plug to keep her aware of her 'slave' status while she sat at her desk to arrange and list an explanation of her plan. I could not imagine any plan that did not involve major upheaval in our life, but I was willing to listen to her. She was very bright as well as being very beautiful.
I sat with a glass of wine and tried to think of how I could continue to spend more time at home with a willing, sexy slave and still maintain my business. My ideas all seemed overly complicated or unrealistic. I hoped that Louise's plan was workable.
Near bedtime, Louise walked in and knelt beside my chair. "Sir, I came without permission. The plug and my thoughts kept me very aroused, and my orgasm crept up on me unexpectedly. I am a needy slave girl, but I do not have an excuse. She respectfully took my wine glass and placed it on the table, then lay across my lap with her bottom in the air. "Will I be allowed to cum while you spank me Sir?"
"You will have to ask before I allow it. Count the spanks." I rested my hand on her bottom and played with her anal plug, pulling, and releasing it against her sphincter. I ran my fingers through her moist folds and asked, "Are you ready?" She grunted her assent, and I started gentle slaps, watching her buttocks clench each time before she called the count. "Turn your toes towards each other and keep your legs apart," I reminded her. Her cunt was rhythmically clenching and getting wetter. I added a little weight to the spanks, but they were still softer than many I had landed on the past days.
"May I cum now please?"
"Not yet, I will tell you when." I made the spanks softer and fanned my fingers across her swollen labial lips. Her counting was becoming more strained and breathless. I whispered in her ear, "Your cunt is wet and swollen, your skin feels so sensitive to you. The un-tanned white of your bottom is getting pinker and pinker as I spank it. When I rest my hand on your bottom, I can feel the heat. The large plug in your bum is pulsing. Are you imagining me thrusting into you there?"
"Yes Sir, I am a needy slave-slut. I want you in me. Please, please may I cum?"
"Get off my lap and lean over the arm of the chair." She scrambled to obey and lay with her bum raised and her legs spread, with her head on the seat cushion. I gripped the end of the plug and with a whispered "Don't cum yet," I slid into her soft wet cunt and stayed still. She was quivering with tension as she tried to keep her body under control. I slid out at the same time as I slid the plug out of her bum. Then I plunged in before her bum closed. "You can cum now," I said softly.
Her bum clamped around me and her legs were rigid. I strummed her clit as her bum clenched and spasmed around me. She let out her breath with a loud gasp, inhaled and cried out, "Ahhhh." Gasp, "Thank you, thank you." She pushed her buttocks back at me to try and push me deeper, then slid back and forward on me. "I love to feel you in me. Cum for me my darling. Fuck your slutty slave. Take all of her." I grabbed her hips and thrust against her thrusts. I felt like a god as I felt my jism rise, seemingly from the base of my spine. I realised that we were both shouting meaningless obscenities as I flooded her bowels.
"That was the best punishment ever," she smirked. "Being bad can be so good."
I laughed, "I don't really want to punish you, just make you go crazy. If I ever hit you in anger or caused you real pain, I would never forgive myself. You do know that I love making you lose control?"
We went to bed, and she cuddled into me as we fell asleep.