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.
You may want to read at least chapter one to get the drift. Thanks to everyone who read, voted and commented. Hope you enjoy.
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BACK HOME FROM THE SPA
On the ride home from the Spa, she had some time to herself, and she silently contemplated her situation. It was clear to her now that her offhand 'sex slave' comment had become something bigger than she'd ever imagined. John's idea of what a sex slave is about was certainly different from hers! She'd had her first hint when he had explained the rules -- she'd never even imagined rules. He had gotten her to commit, to ask to be his slave! She looked out the car window and chuckled to herself.
She had not imagined her 'current situation' when she had made her 'request', that's for sure. She was now completely hairless (except her head and eyebrows). She had been naked in front of a number of men and women during her week at the spa. She had masturbated more times this week than during her entire life until now. She had watched porn and read erotic stories, fingered herself in the car, had sex in front of a mirror AND a window, and had fingered her own ass.
Jeez! Her 'current situation' was very interesting!
They were a few minutes from home now. They would stop for groceries first, and then be home. She wondered what the future held for her, for them. She had grown a lot since 'asking' to be his Sex Slave. Would her 'growth' continue? Would she experience new things at the same rate? What other new things were coming to her?
She sure didn't know. But if they were anywhere as much fun as the wild things she'd learned so far, she was up for it with all she had! She might have to stretch her definition of what she thought was 'acceptable'. How kinky was kinky?
They bought groceries, loaded up the car, and got home. They brought all the stuff in, put it away, threw out the old milk and food that had gone bad in the fridge while they were away. The cleaning lady had brought in the mail, and they went through it as they usually did. She reveled in their ability to enjoy life doing the mundane things. It was why they were so good together, because they could do the dull, necessary things and still enjoy each other.
They unpacked their small bag of clothes, and their new bag of 'resort' clothes. They threw on a couple of loads of laundry, ate some lunch and John ran some errands. Lena took a few minutes to try to put away the boxes of erotic toys, books and videos. But she quickly realized that they had no place for all this stuff. She put a bottle of lubricant in the nightstand drawer, and picked a book out of the box to read. She had started the book at the Spa; it was a woman relating her experiences as a Dominatrix. Lena read about the first time the woman tied up her boyfriend. She learned about the feeling of control, about the responsibility of power, and about the threshold between pain and pleasure.
She wondered if there was a book in the box that told the other side, the tied up, powerless, surrendered and obedient side. And then she wondered if her interest was just curiosity, or something else, something -- what? Deeper? And then she decided that it didn't matter if it was something else, even if it was a desire or need to be punished. She was curious, that's all, and if she could satisfy her curiosity, that didn't mean she was perverted or something.
Did it?
Later, when John came home, she started to tell him about not being able to find a place to put their 'stuff'. He only grinned, then invited her out to the truck. There was a large box in the back, and they carried it inside. They took it to one of the spare bedrooms, and when he opened it, she saw it was a modular closet, with shelves, racks and, most importantly, a locking door. "It fits inside the regular closet," he said, "I measured it. There's almost nothing in there, so we can move that stuff out, put this in, and all our 'toys' can go in there." He grinned. "This way the cleaning lady doesn't find them."
"What about when we have guests, smartass?"
"They can stay in the other room. We never have people in here. We were going to turn it into an office, remember?"
"I guess," she pondered. It did have a lock. "It's pretty big." It was the size of one side of the double closet. "I guess both of those boxes will fit," she joked.
"And the rest." She stopped joking, then remembered the order he had shipped. "Oh," she nodded, "I forgot. When's that stuff coming?" She wondered what else he had bought?
"Should be here tomorrow. I called and had it held when we were at the Spa. I didn't want them laying around."
"Good thinking, John."
They spent the next hour rearranging the closet, moving the locking cabinet inside, and setting the shelves. Based on the stuff they had, and they way he set up the unused space, there must be ... what? How much more? She couldn't tell.
But there was a LOT of room.
The next day, after workouts, breakfast, and showers they got to talking about their prior plans to renovate the house. They frankly had enough money to buy a new house, but they had discussed it, and decided against it. This was the house they loved; it had plenty of room, and all their history, and they loved the neighborhood. Maybe if they retired, they could go someplace on the water.
But there were some upgrades they'd like to make, and they had saved for it (before the winning ticket), and were trying to decide whether to go ahead. A Kitchen extension, some windows, and a master bed and bathroom suite was the plan. They decided to look at it again and see if they wanted to enhance the plan a little. John suggested adding a Jacuzzi to the Master Bath. Remembering her experience at the Spa Jacuzzi, she agreed!
The conversation was interrupted by the doorbell. They went to see who was there, but it wasn't a visitor, it was the UPS delivery. John signed for the delivery, and UPS man passed the four boxes from the porch in to John.
