Debbie was making breakfast for her husband and two girls when he walked downstairs with his briefcase. "Smells good!" he said as he sat down at the kitchen table. "So what are your plans for the day?"
Debbie's stomach knotted up. Her pulse quickened as she tried to think of an answer. "Oh, I don't know. I was thinking of going to see a friend today. Maybe do some shopping."
'YOU LYING, CHEATING WHORE!' Her conscience screamed at her. She began to shake as she dished up her husband's breakfast. Jack, the man she now called "Master" was filling her life in a way she had never imagined. Her every waking moment was consumed with thoughts of how he treated her. No matter what he did to her, she knew she would always want more. She was losing herself, her sanity, her identity to this man that knew her like no other. She had to walk away from Master before she was lost completely. She had to.
But she couldn't. The way he controlled her, dominated her, humiliated her, used her. The way he made her feel. Her body buzzed like and electrical charge was running through it whenever she was with Master. She had never felt more alive then when she was with Master and pleasing him in anyway he demanded of her. She couldn't admit it to herself, but she was addicted to this man.
But it was more than just sexual for Debbie. There was a strength of personality and will within him that she found intoxicating. Master knew what he wanted, he told her, then he took it. She had longed for that from her husband since the day they'd married. He just never seemed to be able to deliver what she needed. She had hinted at it initially. When that didn't work she became more blatant in telling him what she needed. He was just a weak man. After so many years of trying, she just gave up one day. Her sexual cravings and desires lay dormant within her. Now at the age of 39 those cravings and desires had been reawakened by a man who knew how to fan them into a raging fire within her. He knew her as a woman. He understood her as a sexual creature.
"Well don't wait for me for dinner this evening," her husband brought her back. "I'll be working later again this evening, and I'm not sure how late that will be." Fred started eating his breakfast as their two daughters walked into the kitchen.
"I have to get going mom!" Stacy, their oldest daughter said. "Jeremy is picking me up in a few minutes." Stacy was a senior in high school. She had just turned 18 and was the spitting image of her mom. Her tits weren't as big as her mom's DD's, but they were pushing toward a solid D. One of her attributes that Jeremy enjoyed playing with whenever he got the chance.
"Well sit down and eat your breakfast. Are you taking your sister with you to school?"
"I don't want to ride with them!" Shelby, her 16 year old daughter yelled. "All they do is kiss and grab each other."
"Shel, shut up! We do not!"
"Yeah, right! I'll take the bus mom. I don't want to crowd their style."
Debbie cringed as she listened to her daughters wondering what they'd think of her if they knew what she had become.
"I gotta go!" Fred mumbled with a mouth full of toast as he stood up. He grabbed his briefcase and kissed Debbie on the cheek. He drove to the train station for his daily commute to the city. He pulled up to the curb in front of the station. A blonde opened the passenger door and sat down.
She looked at Fred and smiled. "Drive bitch!" she said to him. "You're my bitch for the day."
"Yes mistress!" Fred replied sheepishly as he lowered his head in acknowledging her.
Debbie kissed her girls as they walked out the door. She watched Stacy climbed into Jeremy's car and then kiss him. She couldn't be sure but she thought she saw his hand reach out and grab one of her tits. She closed the front door, turned, and walked back into the kitchen. She opened the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of wine, then poured herself a tall glass. "I'm going to need a lot of this I think," she said to no one but herself.
She made her way upstairs to prepare for the day. Master had given her specific instructions on what she was to wear. She laughed a nervous laugh as she laid out her clothes. She wasn't sure why he was so specific about what to wear. She knew she was going to be naked within a matter of minutes from entering his house. Or was she? Regardless, she wanted to look her best for him. She did her hair and make-up the way he liked it. Her Auburn hair was long, just as he liked it. She was under strict orders to never cut it without permission from him first. Permission that she knew would never come. She applied her make-up a little heavier than she normally would. She topped everything off with ruby red lipstick. She looked at herself in the mirror. "You really have become a first-class slut." Then she moaned as she thought about what was in store for her. It was the unknown that both excited and terrified her.
But what terrified her the most was the transformation she saw taking place within her. Did she "want" what Master was doing to her? Or did she "need" it. One she had control over. The other she didn't. Or did she? Did she have any control over anything that was
being done to her. Couldn't she just say "stop" and walk away? She knew she could. But she also knew she couldn't. The more she thought about it, the clearer it became to her. She was falling down this dark hole where wants and needs became one. Where her control over everything was slowly being stripped from her. Then it struck her like a bolt of lightning. She didn't want to be in control. She wanted, no NEEDED, a man to take control of her in every way, guide her, dominate her, and even degrade her. That truth coupled with her sexual appetite that had been part of her psyche since she was a teenager now defined what she was. She looked at herself in the mirror again. "You are a slut!" she said. "And you love it, you filthy whore!"
She put on her black bra, no panties. Then her garter belt and black silk stockings. She then slipped on Master's favorite dress, a dark green cocktail dress that came to just above her knees and clung to her body like a glove. She then sat down and slipped on her black platform sandals with 5" heels and ankle straps. She stood up and walked over to the closet and looked at herself in the full length mirror on the closet door. She felt sexy and desirable when she dressed for her Master. "Damn, you look good girl!" she mumbled as she smoothed the dress down her body.
Debbie pulled into Master's driveway and slowly drove the length of it, trees lining each side of it. Master had renovated an old farmhouse into a beautiful, modern home with a state of the art security system. Shortly after Debbie came into his life he installed a video surveillance system in several key rooms he knew would be used regularly. His system alerted him when her car turned into the driveway. The house sat on a secluded ten acre lot that was surrounded by forest.
Debbie climbed out of her car, pulled her dress down, then hobbled across the gravel driveway in her heels till she got to his concrete walkway. She climbed the steps then stood in front of the door again just like she'd done a few days before. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might jump out of her chest. Her hand was shaking as she knocked on the door.
Master opened the door and stood in the doorway staring at her. Instead of inviting her in, he just stood there and undressed her with his eyes as he smiled. "What are you doing here you dirty whore?"
Debbie lowered her eyes and blushed. She'd always found his degrading her both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time. She questioned her own emotional stability the way she gravitated to his treatment of her. What most women would have never put up with, she embraced with enthusiasm. The more he degraded her, the wetter she got. "I'm here to please you Master."
"Does your husband know how easily you spread your legs for cock, you cheating whore?"
"No Master!" she groaned. His words cut her to the core.
"Do your daughters know what a cock hungry slut you are?"
"No Master!" Debbie was trembling as his words stung her. He had never pushed her this hard before.
"What do you think they'd say if they saw you on your knees with a cock in your mouth?" He knew there was almost no limit to the depths of degradation she responded to.
"I don't know." Her head was bowed in shame and her voice quivering.
