Linda found that in ordinary day to day life Mark was more content and attentive than ever since she had embraced her inner vixen and revelled in satisfying her man. He had always adored Linda but now he positively worshipped her. Outside of the sexual dynamic he was as respectful and devoted and caring as always, probably more so. She now enjoyed dressing up to give her man stunning visuals and watch his levels of desire reach ever greater heights. She loved igniting a wild passion in him and teasing him into giving her all he'd got. She looked forward to unleashing the frenzied beast from within her mild loving husband and encouraging him to fuck her so hard and thoroughly and arrogantly. In accepting her own sluttish desires to be claimed and nailed she gratified Mark's aggressive male impulses and lost herself in the ravishment as they both shed their inhibitions with abandon. She found the playful kinkiness of their games exciting and a way of engaging the largest sexual organs that they possessed, their imaginations. Her previous reluctance seemed a distant memory as she indulged the chances to add spice and sauciness to their sessions. Now she savoured the playful elements of dress up and role-play, and relished transforming into a sultry vamp and irresistible fuck-doll for her insatiable husband. She took great pleasure in calling forth his animal passion and was drenched with desire when she was bathed in the heat his own heightened and urgent arousal and rampant need.
She read voraciously and fantasies multiplied and cross bred in her overheated mind. The notion of some public dimension and sexual frisson kept nagging at her, within limits of course. She had been hinting to Mark for weeks that they might try to explore some form of discreet public excitement. She was hoping he might find some ways to explore it since her natural female reserve kept overriding her instincts. But Mark had been very busy at work for a few weeks and his mind was elsewhere when he came home. Linda had been reading a book entitled "Daring things to do with your lover" and was intrigued by the suggestion of playing the role of a sex slave for a full weekend. She would have to be available day and night for his pleasure and would have to follow his commands for the course of the weekend. The thought of how far Mark would be prepared to go and allowing him have his way with her for an entire weekend sent thrills of excitement through her body and she felt a wet heat in her pussy. She decided she would do it. One Friday morning as Mark was about to leave and was at the door she walked up to her and whispered softly in his ear.
"Enjoy your day honey, when you get back I will be a slave for you this weekend, no questions asked. I want you to think about all the things you want to do with me, all the ways you can have me; I will be yours to command, ready to fuck or suck. To get you started consider that I will offer you the gift of three Blow Jobs wherever and whenever you wish."
She kissed him on the cheek and he stared wordless and wonderstruck into her eyes that were dancing brightly. She pushed him out the door.
"See you later honey," and she closed the door firmly in his face.
Her pussy was flooded with her juices and her mind was racing with risqué imaginings. She knew that Mark would be home early from work this evening. She had arranged for a day off and spent the morning and afternoon getting ready. She purchased a lot of scented candles and some atmospheric classical music. Then she had a long bath. She shaved all her pubic hair as best she could and pampered her skin and face. She bathed herself in perfumes and moisturisers and prepared her slave girl outfit. It was a three piece lingerie set that consisted of a tiny thong, a garter belt with attached suspenders and an open breasted halter neck fishnet top. She was going to complete the look with sky high heels. She also had purchased a red, studded collar that added a sexy twist to the look. She knew that Mark would instantly get hot and bothered when he saw her in this steamy number. She knew that that would lead to some very satisfying action for her in the bedroom. As it came close to the time that she expected that Mark would be home she put on some dinner and closed all the blinds in the house. She then placed and lit some scented candles in every room creating a very intimate atmosphere and a soothing, gentle and sensuous light. Then she slipped into her slave girl uniform. She had just perched herself on the heels and clipped the collar in place when she heard his car enter the drive way. She quickly went into the bathroom to complete the look. She applied some blood red lipstick liberally on her lips and some eye shadow and mascara. She admired the way the fishnet top hugged her torso and accentuated the heavy fullness of her breasts. Her lean lithe legs seemed to stretch forever down to the ground while her shapely ass swayed behind her. She heard Mark's key in the door and then his voice echoed around the house as he stopped just inside the door. She really wanted to encourage Mark to use her as a plaything for his desires; she wanted to let him loose on her. To this end she had purchased a leash that could be attached to her collar, she clipped it in place and held it in her hand. She was going to present it to him. She took a deep breath and braced herself for what she hoped was to come this weekend. Then she walked to the head of the stairs.
"Hello honey."
Mark gasped when he saw her appear at the top of the stairs and slink slowly down them with her back straight, head up and breasts high.
"Welcome sir; is there anything you require of me before I serve dinner?"
Linda asked in a saucy manner before she stopped and stood hand on hip at the bottom of the stairs flicking the leash from side to side.
The candle light flickered over her voluptuous form and Mark swallowed hard as he stared and drunk in the vision she presented to him. He was utterly mesmerised by the stunning vision before him and his cock was already straining against his pants and it took all his self-control not to bend her over, unzip himself, rip down her thong and fuck her hard and fast. Linda could see the fire burning in his eyes and decided to stoke it still further.
"I'm your greedy little cock slave for the next three days, your wish is my command,"
"OK honey," Mark replied in a daze.
"You may only refer to me as slut or slave," Linda corrected him sharply.
Mark snapped out of his trance and took the hint from Linda to start taking his role in this playful performance. He remembered some of the plans that he had been formulating in his day dreams during the day. He took a packet out of his jacket and unwrapped it in his hand.
"OK you hot piece of ass, remove your thong slowly."
Linda slid the thin material down her leg revealing her smooth pussy lips and she stood and stared back at the increasingly commanding Mark.
"Hold out your hands." Linda did so and the leash dropped to the ground. He placed the packet into her hands. "Put this on now."
Linda opened the packet. Inside was a pair of black leather panties, inside these was a butterfly vibrator with a small bullet insert. She slid it up her fishnet clad legs and pushed the bullet vibe into her moist pussy and wrapped the panties around it. They held it snugly in place.
"That's a good girl, now stand in front of me." Linda complied.
Mark rummaged in another pocket and produced two shiny pieces of metal in the shape of a flower. They had a hollow centre. He reached forward and pushed them over her hard and erect nipples. They pinched and squeezed them in a pleasant and cool fashion. Mark then pulled her to himself and kissed her deeply exploring her mouth with a forceful tongue. He slapped her ass and then Linda started suddenly when she felt the bullet vibe come alive in her pussy sending tingling vibrations through her sensitive pussy lips and fuck hole. Mark pulled back from her and held a small remote up in his hand with a big grin.
"Any good slave girl must be in a state of sexual readiness at all times," he said in a pleased manner.
He pressed the button again and the vibe started pulsing and buzzing urgently within her building the heat within her loins. She moaned softly and her hands started rubbing at the outside of the panties.
"Take your hands away," Mark snapped, "follow my instructions only. Now prepare dinner."
Linda walked out to the kitchen and her pussy rubbed delightfully against the butterfly vibe that was causing her legs to quiver. Mark watched her supple heart shaped ass and legs sway as her heels clinked along the hallway. Linda stood in front of the cooker and the steam from the pots tickled and teased her bare breast flesh. She found it hard to concentrate as the vibe kept sending spiralling explosions out from her intimate womanhood. She served Mark up his dinner and poured him some wine. She stood by the table ready to attend to him as she had already eaten herself.
"Kneel down with your ass on your heels and put your hands behind your back, slave." Mark demanded.
Linda did as she was instructed and felt her boobs lifted up and out. Mark stared at her as he ate his meal and flicked at the controls every few minutes enjoying the reactions this would bring out on her face. Linda was being swept away by carnal sensations and her eyes kept closing involuntarily as she was transported into a state of pitched sensation. She lost track of time. Suddenly she heard Mark's voice dimly through her befogged state of mind.
"Stand up slave." Linda stumbled to her feet, her whole body was tingling.
"Lie back on the table." Linda slid back on the table leaving her legs dangling over the edge. Mark removed the nipple clips and hovered his glass of wine over her neck and boobs. Then Linda felt small rivulets of wine running across her breasts. The sensation was strange and exquisite at the same time and they painted her globes a blushing purple.
"Time for dessert," Mark sighed and lowered his head before licking and lapping her breasts. His tongue tickled her sensitive skin and then he sucked in her flushed nipples. Linda groaned deep and loud lost to the rhythms of her body. Mark greedily slurped at her wine soaked tits while her pussy was flooded and spilled around the bullet vibe that buzzed all the while within her. Mark then lifted his head and drank in a large measure of wine before kissing Linda deep allowing the wine to swim into her own mouth and down her throat. Linda found it incredibly erotic and Mark fed her a good half a bottle of wine in this fashion. He then stood up leaving her panting on her back.
"Stand up."
Mark then removed the collar and leash. He went to his bag and came back holding another collar with two metal chains with clamps hanging from a ring in the front. He attached to collar and the chains trailed down her electrified flesh and hung between her swollen boobs. He then turned the chains upwards and pulled her nipples forward before clipping the clamps to them. They squeezed her nubs tightly but not uncomfortably so. Mark was so turned on he thought he might spill his load in his pants.
