Debby My Sweet and Lovely Slave

Debby, My Sweet and Lovely Slave

WoodsLord_3540

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A young married couple is transformed by her growing submissive desires, which he happily follows. This grows into a Master and slave relationship, which leads to some hardcore scenarios.

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This is a world in which there are no STDs. Birth control for men and women is freely available and 100% effective.

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Many years ago I found a story that pushed many of my buttons. I have tried to correspond

with the author several times over the years but this person seems to have disappeared from the world. I have decided to expand on his ideas and produced my version.

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It didn't mean much back then, when Debby and her family moved next door to our house. She was twelve and I was fourteen. I was just beginning to become interested in girls but I did not pay much attention to this kid, what with all her running around, bothering me. Very irritating to me, the grownup teen-ager.

Then, one day the light bulb turned on: she got to me and I noticed her. At first boy friend and girl friend, then we became more. We lost our virginity to each other. We married when she graduated college.

Debby could have been the poster-child for the "Playboy's Girl Next Door." Short blonde hair, sweet ass and tits that I could stare at all day. The cutest pert nose, freckles and a mouth that was quick to smile. She was five foot six, I was just a bit more at five foot ten. We were both athletes, delving into Ultras and Triathlons. We established a wonderful life, and we were matched in every way, especially sex. She was the more aggressive in the bedroom (and elsewhere), much to my satisfaction.

Where the Master/slave parts of our life came from, I could not tell. It started lightly: Debby came home from Wal-Mart with a little personal vibrator. She talked me into using it on her, and we both loved it immensely. It left her in a very sensitive, hair-trigger condition, so much so that she became very multi-orgasmic, which thrilled both of us.

We started exploring Bondage, tying her in various positions, then Exhibitionism, displaying her, which thrilled me to no end. Debby was left feeling something was lacking, which led to more experimentation and more scenarios, as she pushed the envelope. We played with revealing clothing, walking in the mall in short dresses with no bra nor panties. I found an overcoat for her, and convinced her to wear it around town with no clothing under.

I found a company that made chain-mail clothing. She got a major thrill out of that. I had a chain-mail collar made, that I forced her to wear when we went out, and even to her job.

I would insert a vibrator into her pussy and have her wear the chain-mail panties to work. Her biggest thrill came when I had her wear the vibrator to work, inserted, without panties, silk, cotton, or mail. I instructed her to concentrate on keeping the vibe in, which she said was quite difficult, as her pussy was extremely wet and slippery all day.

But, as she said proudly, she succeeded in never dropping it, even though she admitted to having to repeatedly reach down and push it back in.

As I said, life was wonderful. We would both rush home and spend hours into the night, inserting various objects (dildos, dongs, vibrators, cucumbers,) into her, which led her to an amazing number of orgasms.

Then...

Debby slowly and shyly admitted something that totally blew my mind. She wanted some other man, some stranger, to fuck her. She wanted someone she did not not know to use her.

Initially, I said no. No way. But as you know, a woman can work on you, and whine, and wheedle, and eventually she won. I'd let the little vixen have her fantasy. After all, what man would not want to see the sexy woman he loves give herself to someone else.

We made a big deal of the weekend. Around midnight we went to the industrial section of our town. We found a lower class hotel, where we paid for a room.

Debby was wearing her collar, and the rest of her was in a slutty outfit, one that I selected for her. Short purple pencil skirt, about eight inches above the knee. A barely translucent lavender silky blouse. Since there was no bra, her nipples were quite noticeable, standing out nicely due to her embarrassment and excitement.

Her shoes were deep purple high heels, what is called, "Fuck Me Heels."

And of course since there was no bra, there were no panties.

And because of that, I could smell her arousal.

Debby was nervous; we both knew we were taking a huge step in our relationship, but a step that we both hesitantly welcomed. We found a down-in-the-dumps diner and took a table and we looked around. A couple of truck drivers, some construction workers, and two utility workers dressed in the overalls with the phone company logo across the back.

She took a sip of her coke, and nodded in the direction of the utility workers. She wanted me to pick one, as our mutual fantasy was that I was forcing my poor defenseless slut of a wife to fuck some random lucky fellow.

She nodded towards the workers, whispering to me to pick one.

I looked at the workers, they were enjoying coffee and a sticky bun.

I looked back at Debby, who was sitting with her eyes on the tabletop.

I whispered back to her. Both. I wanted her to fuck both the workers. A loud gasp, and her face fell further, her eyes now in her lap.

She thought for a long moment and after a few seconds she looked up.

Her eyes met mine with a fearful look, but wide open. She'd decided; she'd do it, the obedient slave girl.

She sat there for a further moment, and then she realized that I wanted her to cross the room, to proposition the pair.

It was all so easy: there is not a red-blooded man, who would cut a break short, in order to take a barely dressed blonde to a hotel room for a free fuck.

We took Debby back to the hotel room, where the two men stripped her naked, and crawled on top of her. One man zeroed in on her pussy, while the second went to her mouth, holding her head still while he plowed into her throat.

I had placed the wooden chair in the corner and sat back to enjoy Debby's degradation. I soon realized the men were only using her as a cum dump. There was no gentleness. No words of affection, only words to lessen her and let her know what they thought of her for the hour that she was theirs. And exactly what kind of woman who would let her husband do this to her.

In that sixty minutes she had to accept two loads of cum in her cunt and two loads in the back of her mouth.

When they were finished with her the workers left, with no thoughts of appreciation, only nodding at me as they walked out. I wrapped Debby in the remnants of her blouse (one of the men had been a bit enthusiastic about getting to her breasts).

We went home and talked. She confessed to enjoying the situation, but it was scary that the two guys treated her roughly and with no regard for her comfort. She said she enjoyed the anonymity, as there were no names exchanged.

Would she do it again? Likely, she said but she'd have to think for a bit.

I, on the other hand, had enjoyed the night immensely. It had been so fucking hot watching her submit to these men, I wondered why I hesitated when first she told me what she wanted. So I started making further plans.

After a couple of weeks, from my silence, she started figuring that I was preparing a repeat, and she tried to distract me with what she was willing to do for me. But there could be no distraction. I was working on a full blown bondage gang-bang.

So, two months later we returned to the same hotel and actually got the same room. This time Debby was not wearing nice clothes, nothing that had any value, so I had no issues tearing them off her. I succeeded in getting a blindfold on her and tying her hands behind her back. I flipped her over and tied a scarf around her neck and secured the other to the head board.

I turned out the lights and left to troll the bars in the area.

I assembled a group of warehouse workers, stevedores and construction types. Fourteen, all total. It looked like I had recruited from Central Casting on a movie set. I led the group back to the hotel room, and said, Help yourselves..Twenty five dollars a fuck. Take as long as you want.

Debby quickly figured out there were a bunch of guys in the room with her and started fighting to get loose, squealing and moaning as the men started started in on her. I told them not to remove her gag (I didn't want to listen to her). As before, I sat in the chair, in the corner, watching.as these brutal men gang-raped my wife, using her cunt and her mouth for their pleasure.

This was a long night as five of the men went for seconds, and two for thirds. In the end Debby had earned $525.00 to go shopping with. After the last of the men left, I took some pictures to show her later. She was a mess. There was cum oozing out of the juncture of her legs and cunt. So slowly that it looked like a glacier moving out of her. There was cum spread all over her lower torso. And the sheets...

And then, I have to admit, when we were alone, it was my turn. I crawled between her thighs and had no difficulty finding the entrance to her cunt. I was surprised to find, that even after all those strange cocks, she was still tight enough that I felt her pussy walls closing on me.

After I finished I released her and helped her to leave the room and get to our car.

At first she was silent and moved slowly, which made me think I might have gone too far. It took several days for her to process everything. She said she was real sore, being manhandled and bruised and having taken an immeasurable number of penetrations. At first she said she was scared, and then angry with me, especially after she realized that I was charging the men to use her.

Again, Debby liked the gang-bang but it scared her. What if something had gone wrong? Would these men have cared? Would they have honored the Safe Word? (I realized that I had totally failed in sharing her Safe Word. Well, what she didn't know...) Could I have stopped it? How could I have protected her?

After many hours and days of talking, she admitted that she actually, perversely, enjoyed what I was doing to her. It took her a while but she admitted to taking pride in surviving the dangerous situation I had put her in.

So eventually she agreed to recreating the scene but this time without the line of men. She wanted the thrill, the danger, the possibility that she might be actually gang-raped again.

So, a few weeks later I rented a moving van. In the cargo area Debby was naked, tied, spreadeagled, on an old mattress. Lengths of chain ran from her wrists and ankles to the tie-down bars on the sides, padlocks at each end. There was no slack to the chains.

She was gagged and wearing a blindfold.

All along the sides of the cargo area were the signs:

"FREE PUSSY"

"COME AND TAKE IT"

"USE ME"

"RAPE ME"

"FUCK MY HOLES"

"FUCK MY MOUTH."

She couldn't see them but she knew they were there. I had had her make them and hang them in back of the van.

I had driven to the same seedy area of our city and parked on the street, in front of "our" hotel. The sides were 1/4" fiberglass, so she could hear people outside on the street and sidewalk. She knew if the gate were opened, men would see her and they would see her signs and they follow her instructions.

I found a table in the little diner across the street. (The same one where the telephone workers were recruited.)

I sat, and had lunch and read my newspaper all afternoon, while Debby suffered in the van.

As darkness started to fall, I left the diner and crossed the street. As I passed the rear I hit the rolling door a couple of times with my fist, to startle her.

I got in and drove to a warehouse near our house. I did not drive smoothly as I wanted her to feel the chains tighten on her wrists and ankles. I drove behind the last warehouse and pulled up to the far side of an 18 wheel trailer. I parked and endeavored to make a lot of noise as I rolled up the door.

I succeeded in startling Debby. She jumped and raised her head to try to look at me through her blindfold as I climbed into the back. She let out a small shriek. Later, she told me that she had half expected there to be several men, as she knew I could be tricky.

I dropped my pants and briefs, releasing my hard-on, eager to get inside my wife. I fell to my knees, fell further to my hands on either side of Debby and lined myself with her cunt. A single thrust and I was in her pussy. She was so wet I had no problem sliding into her.

Debby was very turned-on at what her day had been; it took no time at all for her first orgasm. My thrusts were powerful and I endeavored to get as deep as I could. I was fucking her so hard that her body was jerking, sliding up on the mattress, Her chains clinked as I pounded at her.

I was also very excited at Debby's day, so I did not last long either. My cum jetted out and I filled her up.

I collapsed on her and we both were breathing deep. I could feel my cum start to dribble out of her.

I rose to my knees and caressed her thighs, Debby's skin is so very smooth, I reveled in touching her.

We were both still breathing hard as I rose and pulled my pants up and climbed down the back of the truck. I pulled down the sliding door and locked it again. I got behind the wheel and drove home. I backed into our drive, facing the garage doors. I went into the house and locked the door and set my alarm. I sat on the sofa and relaxed.

At six the alarm went off and I woke and went out to the truck. I opened the doors and apparently woke Debby. She was still chained to the walls and laying on her mattress. I couldn't help myself, I had to fuck her again.

I released her, freeing her of her chains. I helped her to her feet; she was very unsteady; that made sense as she had been flat on her back for many hours. I helped her into the house.

I sat her down at the table and made her some waffles with a glass of milk. As she ate, I told her that she was going to get dressed for work and I would drive her in.

She asked if she could shower first but I told that a slave girl didn't always get to be presentable. I took her to our bedroom and picked out some clothes for her.

I helped her to get dressed. I knelt before her to pull up her panties. I commented how messy and aromatic her pussy was. She begged me to let her wash, to get clean. I refused her request, telling her each time she smelled herself she'd be reminded of yesterday's adventure.

I put her in the car and drove her to work.

After I picked her up that evening and we had a long talk. Mainly we talked about how she felt helpless in what I was doing to her, if she was feeling good in her role. She said she really liked being a slave to me. She was trusting me, because she knew I would not hurt her outside of our play scenes.

"Do you want me to continue to treat you this way?"

A pause.

"Yes, I like being your slave."

"Good girl."

Life continued for us. For several weeks we lived a "normal" life, there was no playing or scenes. Then one weekday morning I rented another van. I backed it into the drive, against the garage doors and left it there.

Debby was intensely curious. She asked me questions, but soon gave up as I would not say anything. Several times I caught her looking out the kitchen door. She knew something was about to happen to her.

Around four in the afternoon she was watching TV when I entered the room and pulled her off the sofa. I grabbed her arm as I had decided to be rough. I gripped her right arm and marched her through the house to the garage. Still holding her I raised the door on the van.

She moaned as she saw the mattress. I stood her against the wall of the van and proceeded to tear her clothes off. I was strong and she got jerked around as I tore her clothing to tatters. She knew not to ask for any gentleness.

I pushed her down onto the mattress. I had already padlocked one end of her chain to the side, so it simple to wrap her ankle in the other end and padlock it. I was silent. I stepped out and I I took a last look at her: She was on her hands and knees, looking at me. Posed like that, with her beasts hanging, she looked fantastic.

I closed the door.

There was new housing going up at the far end of our neighborhood, so I drove over there and circled around the site. I saw a lone construction pick-up truck in front of a house. I stopped and backed in.

I knew there would be some workers doing some last minute work. A Hispanic guy stepped out to see what was happening. He was dusty from doing drywall work. I asked him if he was alone, and he called and three other guys, all younger than he, came outside. They stood there, asking questions in their language, but fell silent as I raised the sliding door, exposing Debby, laying on her mattress, fully naked.

She sat up, wrapping her arms over her beasts. Turning to the four guys I swept my arm and said, "Gentleman, this young lady needs to get fucked."

They acted, at first, as if they didn't know what to do, speaking rapid Spanish, of which I knew not a word. Then one of the younger ones climbed into the cargo area and stood above her. Debby played her part well: she reached up and pulled on his belt and undid his pants. She pulled them down, exposing his erection. She gripped it tightly and she then fell onto her back, spreading her legs.

Another of the younger guys had climbed up and picked up her chain, Debby was already grunting and moaning as the first guy plowed into her cunt.

There was not a lot of conversation going on, just some whispers as they spoke to each other.

By this time all the men were naked from the waist down, waiting their turn The first guy finished with a loud groan and the second got to his knees between her highs, then the third: The older man took the last turn. It all took about twenty minutes. As the older guy was lifting himself off of Debby, I asked if anybody wanted seconds.

One of the men said, "'Gracias," and they all got dressed and went back into the house.

I lowered the door, got in the truck and drove home. I left Debby locked in the back of the truck until later that evening, when I took my turn, adding my load to the dried cum on her.

I left her there overnight again.