Johanns Slave Wife

Johann's Slave-Wife

Thank you for reading this story: I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It is intended to be the beginning of a series. Although it independent of any other story or series that I have published, here or elsewhere, most of my tales have a basic framework in common. They assume the availability of black-market medical treatments that do not exist in real life, and probably never will. Without those, many of the acts described would be harmful, and in practice impossible.

Chapter One - Who's for Dinner?

"Tits out, Mary!" ordered Johann, and without hesitation, his wife unbuttoned and removed the thin cardigan that concealed her bust. Under it she wore a

Roissy

dress; long and formal but with a neckline so deeply scooped that it passed under her breasts, giving them partial support like a quarter-cup bra. They were big but looked entirely natural, and were tipped with light-brown nipples and areolas that pointed directly forward. She turned to smile at the other two couples who sat at the dining table, giving everyone a good view without flaunting them immodestly, and they all nodded and smiled back. It was as if she had shown them something nice but not unusual, like a new piece of jewellery. She settled back into her chair and sipped her coffee while the conversation, which was about shops and hotels in Nice, continued.

Mary loved having her breasts on show, and although she remained calm and composed- even serene- she was impatient for next part of the evening to begin. She usually did feel that way when among other people. She craved the reassurance of feeling their hands on her body, lusting after her, appreciating her beauty and her soft, pliable flesh. Johann was relishing the sight of his wife as the only one of the three women who was topless, and took his time over refilling coffee cups and port classes.

Finally Johann rose from his seat, and told his wife to stand up and come over to him. She did so, face impassive and breasts swaying as she walked, and he took her by the shoulders and stood her side-on to the table. It became apparent to their guests that Mary's dress had detachable arms and shoulders, with Velcro patches to attach them to the rest of the dress, which was stiffened and boned to hold it up under the bust. When he had removed them, he took a length of cord from his pocket, crossed her wrists behind her back and bound them together.

It was the simplest of ties, with the thin rope wound horizontally first, several times, and then cinched vertically, but Johann had years of experience, and Mary would never have been able to free herself. The chord was not clothesline: it was a hi-tech material with Graphene fibres woven into it, and no household tools would have cut through it. He had the skill to put her in an inescapable tie without it being so tight that it interfered with her circulation, and with her muscles and joints made loose and supple by exercise and treatments, she could remain in bondage for many hours; even days. This time, it would be for the evening.

"Go over to Mel, and I'm sure she will oblige us by undressing you," Johan told her, and she went stand behind the tall black woman who seemed only mildly surprised by the request. She rose smoothly to her feet, and Mary stood by her, upright and without any visible sign of shyness or self-consciousness. She had never met Mel before, but faced the others while her hands explored the voluminous dress to find the Velcro fastenings, and then pulled them apart. The garment opened down the front and it was all that Mary wore, so in a few moments she was standing naked, with four pairs of eyes, plus her husband's, feasting on her generous curves.

Mary had perfected the art of presenting her body to friends, acquaintances and strangers without either seeming too brash and forward on the one hand, or cringing with embarrassment on the other. During their five years together Johann had perfected her posture and deportment, encouraging her, rewarding her, and whipping her as required. He watched as Mel's hands roamed over her body, grasping her breasts, and out of the corner of his eye he could see the effect it was having on her husband, one of whose hands was moving in his crotch.

Mel was married to a white man who was a little smaller in size and much smaller in ego and presence. It might once have been said that she "wore the trousers," and Johann knew that, from the beginning, she had insisted that they "swing" regularly. He believed that when they were together she chained him up in her bed overnight. He had met Colin through his work as an estate agent, but had never before been introduced to his very lovely wife.

The other two were more familiar. John and Jean had dined and swung with them before, so both had seen Mary naked and bound. Both were white. John was an accomplished baseball player; a big hitter with brawny arms and muscular thighs. At about thirty-eight, his mistress was the oldest of the group but also the most glamourous and doubtless the most expensive to keep. She was pale skinned but dark-haired, with flashing, seductive eyes. All the women were big-breasted; for Johann that was a

sine qua non

.

It was important that everyone refrain from excessive drinking, but Johann half-filled the port glasses before suggesting a move to the living room. The unusual feature there was a double mattress on the floor, with just a white sheet covering it. Two sofas were positioned to overlook it, one having an unusually broad seat. It was really meant as a sofa-bed but had been half-made, so it functioned like a treble-width

chaise longue.

Mary went straight to the mattress and stretched out luxuriously. It was memory foam, and the best that money could buy.

Mary did not know, at that point, who would be joining her. Neither did anyone else, for it was to be decided by an algorithm; an app on Johann's mobile. It would not be him, but the number of alternatives was, purely by chance, the same as the number of people at the table. The outcome was the one that most interested observers would have chosen. In fact, Mary suspected that her husband had rigged it, for most of their "special" evenings turned out the same way. She was going to be spit-roasted by John and Colin. Johann would copulate with their wives.

Chapter Two - A Kind of Marriage

Mary, whose name was originally Adele, had not had an easy start to her life. She was barely of age before her failed business ventures had left her homeless, with overwhelming debt and no alternative but to walk the streets. Johann had bailed her out, restored her health and strength, and made her his mistress. She was totally convinced, by then, that she was not capable of living her own life, and her highest and only priority was make herself secure.

Johann was thirty then. He had inherited his real-estate business and greatly expanded it, so he was prosperous, if not yet as rich as he hoped to become. He had never been married, had no children, and wanted none. He was bisexual with a bias towards women, but he had never been successful with relationships, partly because he held distinctive views about sex.

Johann loved bondage, and he wanted sexual partners that he could dominate. He was not content with occasional role-playing games or with masturbating to BDSM clips found on the internet. On the other hand, he was not in a position to buy an isolated house where he could keep a sex-slave in a cage for his exclusive use. He knew how to get one- both the slave and the cage- for he had begun to make contacts in the BDSM lifestyle community, and had already begun to avail himself of some of the facilities on offer. Various hormone treatments enhanced his libido, his powers of recovery and his production of seminal fluid, while he was immunized against all known STDs, as well as cramp and itching.

Johann's biggest and most expensive indulgence was an implant that controlled the flow of blood to and from his penis, enabling him to maintain erections at will, whether aroused or not. With 'ordinary' partners he had to use his new abilities very sparingly. On their first two or three dates with a new admirer, most young women do not expect to be tied up and banged for hours on end. If they are given dinner, they do not expect to be fed with a fork and given their wine to drink through a straw, because their wrists are locked behind their backs.

For two or three years, Johann dithered between the options of remaining as an exceptionally virile man with a vanilla lifestyle, and of taking the plunge into the world of BDSM and sex-slavery. When he found Mary squatting in an apartment above his offices, it dawned on him that a compromise option might be feasible. The girl seemed to like him, and to have no visible means of support. She was a mess when he first encountered her on the stairs, but when cleaned up and groomed she was very pretty indeed. Stripped down, she had a stunning figure, and he knew that he could have her breasts grown naturally- with tissue, not silicon- to his exact specifications.

She became his mistress, and she was meek and submissive, knowing that he could be the solution to all her problems. She took the pills that he offered her, and as her sexual appetite increased she was happy to lie bound in his bed, enjoying multiple orgasms while he used her in all possible ways. She took an interest in his work, dined out with him and met some of his friends and associates. She even cooked for him, although he preferred to pamper her by using a catering service when they ate at home. After six months together, they seemed to be a well-established and happy couple.

Mary was aware that Johann was in some respects unusual. Sex was never far from his mind, but he hardly ever made love to her without tying her up, or putting her in handcuffs, or chaining her to his bed. He even brought rope when they went for picnics or walks in the countryside, and he seemed to know all the most secluded and unvisited spots for miles around. She liked him, however, and she enjoyed the sex, so she never commented on the bondage. He was her meal ticket, but she was very willing to give him value for money. Then he came up with what she thought was a very unusual proposal.

It took them several days to work out the details, but when distilled into a few paragraphs, his suggestion was that she become his slave-wife. They would not be married in the legal sense, but he would take responsibility for her welfare and keep her in the style to which she had become accustomed. In return she would defer to his wishes, submit to bondage when required to do so, and provide unlimited sexual services. He did not undertake to be faithful to her, or even to refrain from acquiring other slave-wives.

The sexual provisions of their agreement were very unequal, but that was the outcome of their very different starting positions. She was required to be faithful only in the sense that she would confine herself to partners that he nominated, so in effect, he could "pimp her out." He promised not to do that for money, at least during the first few years. It was "swinging" and group sex that he had in mind. What made the provision potentially onerous was that she gave up the right to refuse sex, either with him or his nominees.

There were many other details that affected their everyday lives. When they were alone at home together she would never cover her breasts, except in emergencies such as a breakdown of the heating system. Elsewhere, bras must be open-tipped, tights were forbidden and knickers must be the open-crotch type. He would have her implanted with a tracker that would always tell him where she was, and would record major "system events" such as orgasms.

He was most surprised that she accepted, almost without question, the provisions for punishment. If she was disobedient, or her sexual performance fell below an acceptable standard, or if he had any other reason, he could whip or cane her, and/or place her in close confinement. The only restriction was that he undertook not to make permanent marks, or cause bloodshed. If he lent her to others he could give them the same rights.

She was well aware that she was taking a risk, but he had spanked her a few times and never lost control or done her any harm. She did not think that he was a cruel man, but she also knew that although she was very fond of him, her view of the relationship was more transactional than his. After a brief glimpse of life on the streets, how many lashes would she take for a week's very comfortable board and lodging? If there was an answer to that, it frightened her.

Nevertheless, when she agreed to these proposals, without any safewords or ways of exiting the arrangement, she did not feel that she was doing so under duress or pressure. She had been out and about with Johann for months now, and had been aware of men- and a few women- ogling her face and body. She had good clothes now, and a little money saved from the allowance that he gave her, so if she had rejected his terms she could probably have lasted long enough to find another lover. She liked him, however, and she could not resist the lure of an arrangement that might keep her safe for years. But what happened if it didn't work?

For Mary, there was no emergency exit. She was taking a risk, and doing it with her eyes wide open. If he felt that the "marriage" had run its course, he could not just abandon her. He could sell her, give her away or lease her, and he promised to do his best to find her a good "husband" or "wife". There could be no guarantee, of course, once she was beyond his jurisdiction, but his circle of like-minded friends was quite close-knit, and proved to be very inter-dependent.

Chapter Three - Caring and Sharing

Mary, who had acquired that name when she agreed to be Johann's slave-wife, had never had cause to regret her decision. That was not to say that she never found the demands made on her to be physically taxing, and the night with John, Colin and their partners promised to be such an occasion. Nevertheless, she couldn't wait to get started, rolling onto her back and opening her legs like a cat hoping to have her tummy rubbed. Unlike a cat, she had no available arms with which to trap the gullible, but was offering herself as open and vulnerable.

Johann, Mel and Jean settled down first as the two men wanted to visit the toilet, so Mary had the time to watch her husband being smothered by the two predatory female bodies, all six hands groping under clothes and searching for fastenings. By the time the two men returned it was a chaotic scene of bodies struggling in half-removed clothes, so she was disappointed not to be able to watch a mouth descending over her husband's erection. John and Colin disrobed very quickly indeed, and had obviously come to some agreements while emptying their bladders.

She rolled over on to her tummy, offering her bottom, but John was strong enough to flip her over again with one hand. He moved between her legs, and she sighed with deep contentment as she felt his long, thick shaft sliding into her vagina. He remained in a kneeling position, holding her thighs up with his powerful arms, thus leaving space for Colin, facing him, to squat over her face and sink his own slightly smaller penis into her mouth. He took it for granted that she would be able to deep-throat him.

What would Mary have done with her hands, if they had been free? She might have reached back to find Colin's testicles to stimulate them, or to tease the sensitive area between scrotum and anus. That would have brought him off quickly, leaving her to concentrate on John's penis in her pussy, but she did not need to do that, as she was quite able to divide her attention between the two. She might have tried to grasp Colin's hips to pull him deeper into her mouth and throat, but she might also have been tempted to finger her own clitoris.

The last of those was, she thought, the reason why she had to be bound, for Johann enforced a "no masturbation" rule very strictly. She had decided, after all her experience, that she preferred to be helpless during sex. She did not have to decide what to do with her hands, but could concentrate on the fleshy poles sliding in and out of her body, working out how best to treat them with her lips, tongue and vaginal muscles. Colin's was very pale and straight, while John's was thick, veiny and slightly curved.

Neither man was in a hurry, both showing good stamina despite the firmness of her lips on Colin's shaft. She was wondering whether they would change places before ejaculating, and indeed they did, giving her the taste of her own pussy juice on John's stouter rod. It was not ideal to have the larger penis in her pussy first, and she had to try to contract her vaginal muscles more to maintain both his pleasure and her own. She knew that she was expected to compensate for any poor planning on their part. She had had dozens- hundreds- of opportunities to improve and refine her techniques, and she had not wasted them.

As they often had four guests for dinner, Mary was usually double-teamed at some point in the proceedings. She had, recently, begun to think that they should increase the number to six, or even eight. She had never experienced a proper gangbang, in which all three of her apertures were used at once, and she was also curious to find out whether it was physically possible to fit in a fourth male for intermammary intercourse. It was exciting to imagine all the men changing places until they had all used everything that she had to offer. Johann did not seem receptive to her ideas, but she intended to persist.

Mary's husband-master was, in such matters, quite conservative. It was not that he was sexually inhibited- he was anything but that- but he still retained some of the anxiety that he had always felt, as a young man, when socializing in large groups. Four or six were for him the ideal numbers, and as he never fucked her in company, she never got more than two cocks at once. Sometimes it was one cock and one pussy. It was not that she did not enjoy these threesomes, but she felt there was a danger that, as a couple, she and Johann would become too set in their ways, and/or that their friends would find them less exciting.

This time, she certainly enjoyed her threesome. The two men probably hoped that they would all cum together, but in the event she was first, flopping and spasming on their shafts like a freshly landed fish. It was a long orgasm, and sensing that either of them might slip out because of her writhing, Colin clamped his hands on her breasts to hold her down, while John put his hands on her stomach with his thumbs on her clitoris. Between them they made it one of her best, and when she had finished, Colin began to pump his semen into her mouth.

Mary loved the taste of manjuice, as she often called it. She had never disliked it, so the clinic that usually treated slaves had no difficulty in conditioning her to be almost addicted to it. She swallowed everything and then sucked the last drops out of him as if it was the elixir of life. John had slowed down when he realized that he had been left behind, but when he had Mary's full attention he started accelerating again. His timing was perfect, although doubtless more by accident than design, as Mary's cum-eating interlude had been only the eye in the storm of a double climax. He started spurting just as she began again, and he howled with joy as her vaginal walls pulsed on his penis, doubling the power of his jet, and afterwards squeezing him dry. Before he left the next morning he told her, quietly, that it was the best orgasm that he had ever had, and that might even have been true.