AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first erotic series I ever wrote, back in 2005-7, long before posting my first story. I have revised and edited (hopefully well) the chapters, but they are pretty much as they were when I wrote them. It is the story of a married couple in love and exploring a new version of their relationship. It is a fairly long series, although some of the chapters are quite short.
I will publish the first few chapters close together, to get the series started, because the hot stuff starts a little later.
Constructive criticism is welcome. Destructive, insulting comments, moralist preaching and violent impulses are not.
When John came home that night to tell Lena that they had actually won the Lottery, they understandably got caught up, first in celebrating, then in some initial planning. Their elation carried them late into the night, talking and planning, recalling past wishes, sorting out the real from the silly, the possible from the ridiculous. It wasn't until they were in bed, still thrilled, that he reminded his wife of one of their discussions.
They had played the State Lottery inconsistently through the ten years of marriage. And now they had won, a big jackpot; and on a ticket that John had bought; a quick pick ticket that would yield more than a twenty million lump sum, they had figured. They were set for life – not if they spent like trash, but if they lived a little at first, they could live comfortably without working for the rest of their lives. They had no children, and were not inclined to start.
Sometimes they had picked numbers together, but usually individually, and Lena played more than John. She would light up with imagination every time she played. She would express her dreams of quitting their jobs, of early retirement; she would relate fanciful stories of pulling up to work in a limo to resign, of instant faraway vacations to exotic places, of setting up her parents and hiding the money from his family. They had joked and traded stories about what they would do if they won, hoping but not expecting the dream to come true.
"Remember what you always said you were going to do if YOU won?" She looked at him in the half-dark room, searching his eyes for a clue. They had discussed so many things. She had no idea what he was referring to. She saw the grin on his face then, and knew instantly what he meant. Her favorite dream.
"Sex slave," she said. "If I won, we would quit our jobs, and I was going to make you my sex slave."
"But you didn't win," John told her. "I won." He was grinning, but she wasn't. "What should I do?" he teased. He rolled onto his back and she cuddled at his side, his arm around her, holding her close, her head nestled into his shoulder, her faced angled up, trying to read his expression in the dim light. "All those times you said that to me, but you didn't win." He looked down to face her. "What do you think I should do? What would be fair?"
"Oh, so it's all YOUR money?"
"Of course not; just as it wouldn't have been all yours if YOU won. But you always said that if you won, you were going to make me your sex slave. And since I won," he pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head, "I think I am going to make YOU into MY sex slave."
He felt her tense, and hugged her. His free hand went to her face and turned her chin back up to face him. "Relax," he said, "Whatever you're thinking, it's not like that. I have no idea what you thought YOU would have done with me as your slave." He chuckled. "Maybe that's why you're nervous. But take it easy, sweetie. I'm not going to sell you, or make you do horrible things, or hurt you." He let her head go, and relaxed himself, his head sinking back into the pillow, closing his eyes after the long, exciting day. He could sense her staring at him. "You'll have to trust me," he whispered into the dark. "But of course, if I tell you to, you'll have to. You'll have to do anything I tell you." He sighed and hugged her. "We'll talk more about how this will work in the morning." He pretended to sleep, but his brain was turning, working, scheming.
*
When she woke the next morning he was already out of bed. She found him in the kitchen. He offered her a cup of coffee, and kissed her good morning. They exchanged some small talk, and then he set his cup down.
"I think I've got it mostly figured out" he started.
"You mean..."
"Yeah, the slave thing," he grinned. "You remember our talk last night." He recapped in a silly voice, "I was gonna be yours, but you are gonna be mine." He grinned, but she didn't return it, and he became more serious. "Here's what I figured out." He stood up and picked up an index card.
"One." He paused, looked at her. "Don't be scared. Remember, it's not what you think. This is about having fun, about sex, not about ownership." He reached for her hand and squeezed it. "Just hear me out, okay?" He gave a comforting, easy smile, the one that always told her that everything was okay. "All right?" She nodded.
"So, number One. As the slave, you have to do whatever I tell you to do. As the master, I have a responsibility to take care of you, and never injure you, and I can't tell you to hurt yourself, or someone else, and I can't tell you to do something that could get you arrested, or anything." He looked at her. "OK so far?"
"Keep going."
"OK. Two. As the slave, you are to be obedient. If I say to do something, you can't argue. You have to do it."
"But-"
"You're a slave, remember? And remember Number One." He waited patiently, until she nodded.
"Three. Slave status is not permanent, but it can only be called up by me, or called off by me. When I say 'Slave, your Slave status begins. When I say 'Free' you are no longer bound by the slave rules. Also, during Slave status, I may give you temporary permission to act as though you are not a slave. If I say 'Normal' while Slave status is in effect, you may speak and act freely, but know that you are not." He waited for a reaction from her, but there was none.
"Do you understand these three rules of the Sex Slave?" He waited while she considered, her mouth slightly open. He watched her, and was reminded of all the things that had attracted him to her – her beauty (though she claimed to not believe that, and that was part of her beauty, too), her spirit, her straightforward approach and lack of guile. He knew there would be at least one question.
"You know I was joking when I said that. I never would have made you my sex slave," she said with a nervous smile.
"Oh, I think you would have, and I think you know that I would have willingly agreed," he smiled back. He took her hand again, and held it. "Now, it's probably true that as the master of a sex slave, you might not have taken full advantage of your position." She smirked at him and rolled her eyes. "And we both know that my imagination, when it comes to sex, is a little more, uh, broad than yours."
"Really." She deadpanned. "No shit."
They sat there, silent for a few minutes; he could almost see the wheels turning inside her head. Finally she asked, "I don't understand the difference between 'Normal' and 'Freedom'. Aren't they the same?"
"No, and it is 'Normal' and 'Free'. The difference is that when I say 'Normal' you may behave as though you are not a slave, but must continue under the recent slave commands."
"I don't get it."
"OK, let's say we are at a resort, enjoying OUR new wealth. And in the morning I give the slave command, and tell you to shave your pussy, and put on a short skirt with no panties. If we go out to lunch, and I call 'normal', you can behave and act normally in public. But you DO have to leave the panties off. If I said 'Free', you could put on panties when we went to lunch. See?"
"Uhm-"
"Or if we are having sex under Slave command, and the phone rings. If I tell you it's OK to answer it and say 'Free' you can stop fucking me. If I tell you to answer it with 'Normal' you have to keep fucking while you answer it.
"Oh. That's – uhm, yeah. I think I see it now.
"So? What do you think?" He paused. "Do you trust me?"
"Well, I think I understand better now." She paused, a puzzled look on her face, as she sipped her coffee. "It's pretty different from what I was talking about."
"Well, we never really discussed what you had in mind when you were going to make me your Sex Slave," he agreed, sitting back down at the table next to her. He took her coffee cup, and set it on the table, then turned to face her, taking both her hands in his. "When you first said it to me, do you remember what I said?"
She rolled her eyes. "Of course. You said, 'I'm up for it. Anytime'," she grinned a little, nervously. "But that was all make-believe," she added. "It was just talk. I never dreamed ..."
"It wasn't make-believe. It was teasing, and fantasy, and you know it. If you had won, I would have willingly been your sex salve under any circumstances or rules you set. Because I trust you." He lifted her hands, kissing her fingertips. "And I love you," kissing them again, "and I am so hot for you."
"I love you, too," she laughed, "but ..."
"But you don't trust me?"
"I do trust you, I –" she struggled for the words, "I just don't know, you know, what you'll tell me to do." She looked down a second, then back up at him. "I know that you have a wilder sexual Imagination than I do," she said, "and I don't know how far – I don't know what'll happen, how I'll react. I don't know if I can go through with it"
"Well, I can't force you to be my Sex Salve, you have to be willing – no, actually, you have to WANT to do it." He took her hands again. "I can't force you, or coerce you. It's not something you can just go along with. I don't want your compliance. I need to have your commitment, to willingly and enthusiastically comply with the rules. So," he paused, "do you trust me?"
"I trust you, of course I trust you," she explained. "I just don't know if I can go along with, uh, complete sexual obedience. It's ..." she searched for a word, "scary? That's not right. I'm not afraid." She leaned towards him, now holding his hands. "But I'm really nervous. I've never done anything like this, and-"
"Sure you have."
"No. No, I haven't"
'Yeah, you just don't see it as the same. When we have sex, and I say 'I want you to do such-and-such, you do it. Right?" He chuckled. "Sure, sometimes I have to ask a few times, but eventually, you do it." She nodded. "Some things you like more than others, but overall they're usually fun and exciting, right?"
