Memoirs Of A Master Slave8

Since I never felt good about cheating on my wife, I would sometimes "go on the wagon" and stop having affairs. It was during one of these periods when I suffered a business reversal and fell into the trap of feeling like I deserved something. I think this is a familiar pattern with addicts and is the cause of many relapses. This particular relapse would last 5 years.

I posted on one of the fetish bulletin boards and it wasn't long before I found a submissive woman that was about 2 hours driving distance from me. We started Emailing and see was a bit standoffish. I could tell she was testing me. So I told her that she was obviously looking for something else and bid her adieu. As I expected, her tone changed immediately to apologetic and submissive and remained that way.

We eventually decided to meet in the food court of a mall not far from where she lived. I arrived early to check it out for secluded areas, etc. When it was nearly time for her to arrive, I stood outside the mall entrance to the food court in my best Master posture.

I saw her pull into a parking spot and get out of her car. When she saw me, I thought I saw her knees give out a bit. She later confirmed that. I appraised her as she walked toward me with a big smile on her face. She was petite, blonde, attractive and on the slim side. She had small tits, perhaps a small B cup. I could tell by her demeaner that I had already made an impression on her.

We went inside and sat at a table in the food court. I was in full Master mode and ordered her to fetch me a beverage. She did so willingly. We discussed the possibility of a M/s relationship and I outlined my rules, which were minimal: Absolute and complete honesty and openness at all times. Violating this rule meant banishment.

She was married and cheating also. This was good and bad. The good was that we both were motivated to maintain discretion and secrecy. The bad news was it would limit our activities in multiple ways. The biggest negative was it meant no bruises, welts, wounds, etc.

Our conversation got to the point where she started begging me to take her as my slave. I told her I was inclined to do that but would only do so if I was able to view "the property". I suggested a few out of the way places in the mall where that might be possible. She declined. Since she was not my slave yet, she still had the right to do that. The concept that she would become my property worked for us and she began to call me "Owner" instead of Master, which suited me.

I told her I understood but that my requirement was firm and started to get up to leave. I found that this was my most potent motivator with her (and other slaves): leaving them if I wasn't obeyed. She begged me to stay and suggested that we go to a park nearby for a "viewing". We went to the park and walked to a shelter that was out of the way. There were very few people in the park that way so we had some privacy.

I ordered her to kneel on the hard concrete floor of the shelter and expose her boobs. After looking around, she obeyed. Her tits were nice and sexy but not big enough to tie up. I considered that but decided there was a lot here to enjoy. To show my agreement, I reached down, grabbed her nipples hard and lifted up as hard as I could. She let out a little scream and scrambled to get her feet under her. I continued to pull up trying to actually lift her off her feet. Her begging for release had the intense urgency of a woman in exquisite pain. She told me some time later that at that moment, she knew that I "was the one" she had been seeking.

We agreed at that moment that we were now Owner and property. She was not inexperienced in the ways of M/s and had been fucking around for some time, but I ordered her to end all of those relationships. She asked for permission to have attend one more "event" where a friend had arranged a small gang bang for mer. I agreed to permit that.

A 5 year relationship is too lengthy to remember many details and to document so I will relate some things that stick in my memory.

We fell into a routine where we would meet weekly at a park or parking lot (depending on the weather) and maybe once a month or less at a hotel. I discovered that she had an intense thirst for anything that came out of my cock. She was kinkier than I was in some respects, and loved drinking my piss. I had her practice drinking from a garden hose at home and she became the perfect Master's urinal. She could continuously drink my stream without pausing or spilling a drop.

She also was very thirsty for my cum and had to have her weekly dose. Regardless of where we were during our weekly meetings, she would get my cock out and start sucking, without my prompting. She was damn good. To try to frustrate her, I would try hard to avoid cumming by distracting myself. It never worked and she always got her prize. Since I was trying to delay my orgasm, when it finally did come it was always mind blowing. She never spilled a drop. My bodily fluids were safe with her.

This was risky business. We'd be parked in a movie theater and I'd be eating my lunch and she's be trying to get her lunch out of my cock. If we were at a park, I'd use her as my urinal but that took a vigilant eye also.

I was never very turned on with her piss drinking. I enjoyed the submissive idea of a woman objectified into a urinal but that's where it ended. Occasionally during our hotel meetings, I'd have her get in the tub face up and I'd piss all over her. She'd get very turned on by this and would always bring a change of clothes in case I'd reward her by pissing on her.

In my stable of slaves over the years, I've had a broad range of ease-of-orgasm. Slave7 was hyper-orgasmic and I could make her cum just with my finger. slave8 had great difficulty cumming, even during masturbation. I eventually decided that her orgasms were not important (which was a general philosophy I had at this time anyhow) so I never tried and she didn't complain.

We practiced a variety of BDSM activities over the years but all were limited by the need to avoid any marks. Since her nipples were easy to torture and didn't show it, they received a lot of attention. Because we were both cheating, our "stash" of toys was also limited and almost everything came from the hardware store. I intend to write more about this when I write the chapter on slave14.

I relied on needles a lot. The holes they leave are not easily perceptible so her nipples and boobs got impaled on needles frequently. During one Christmas season, I wrapped her up in plastic wrap, put a bow on her head, and placed needles in various places on her body. I hung ornaments from those needles. For at least one birthday, I placed a row of needles in each boob, put birthday candles on them and lit them. This is a favorite of mine. You have the pain from the insertion of the needles and the pain of the hot wax dripping down on her boobs.

Needles also played the central role in my two most memorable scenes. Two things on my BDSM bucket list have always been nailing boobs to a board and sewing up a woman's pussy. I wasn't able to use nails but instead used needles to attach her boobs to a board of soft wood. The needles would support the board but she was terrified of her predicament. I had her walk around the room and she held the board like her life depended on it. Then I had her kneel and worship. Finally I had her serve me a drink using the board as a serving tray. One of my favorite all-time scenes.

At a different time, I prepared to sew up her pussy. I pushed a needle through both cunt lips and then threaded a piece of fishing line through it. I pulled the needle out, leaving the fishing line behind. Then I tied the ends of the line together. My plan was to do that multiple times and send her home with a closed cunt. Unfortunately, the pain and trauma of it was too much for her so I only got one stitch in. I sent her home with it but allowed her to remove it before her husband got home.

Since I mentioned her husband: I'm not the jealous type and never have been. I didn't care that he was fucking my property although I suspect he would have cared that I was fucking his wife. But she was a bit disrespectful towards him because he lacked the dominance she needed (hence her need to be my slave). Anyhow, I would enjoy giving her orders to serve him when I knew it was distasteful to her. I'd order her to initiate sex with him and do something she didn't want to do, like lick his balls or give him a rim job. He may have wondered why his sex life improved during those 5 years.

She was a big attention whore. I used to set up video chats for her with horny guys and allow them to give her orders. They would have her do stuff like write on herself, use dildos in her holes, pinch her pussy or nipples, etc. One guy was creative enough to order her to piss in a bucket and drink it. She loved the attention, especially when they said dirty things about her or to her.

I got an idea for a piss fest for her where I would arrange for a group of guys to piss on her. She was very enthusiastic about it because of her attention and piss fetishes. Setting it up turned out to be complicated. First, I had to find local guys that were trustworthy and liked the idea of pissing on a woman (believe it or not, this does not appeal to all guys). Then I had to find a safe location. She could only be away from the house during the workday when her husband was at work. I finally found a park with a wooded out-and-back trail and had sufficient privacy. I found 4 guys that I could trust and could be there at lunchtime on a weekday. They were permitted to invite one trusted friend with them.

On the day of the event, she and I got there early and waited at the entrance to the path. When 2 guys had shown up, we had one stand watch at the trail entrance while the 3 of us went back to the end of the trail. I had a mat with me and had her kneel on it in a slave posture with her mouth open. She was fully clothed because I wanted her to drive home in her piss-soaked clothes. We also had a beer mug on the mat.

The rules were that you could piss anywhere on her that you wanted. If you pissed in her mouth, she would drink it. If you pissed in the mug, she would also drink it. Everyone was encouraged to drink lots before coming out. The guys were also allowed to order her to flash her boobs, cop a feel, etc.

I started it off by pissing in her hair and then finishing in her mouth so the other guy could see that she actually drank. Then the guy that came back with us had a turn and he enjoyed soaking her clothes. When he was done, he went back to the end of the trail, stood watch and let the other guy come back. We ended up with 6 guys total. The last guy had her piss in the mug and drink it herself.

The guys loved it and she loved it. She got herself off hard that evening thinking about it with the help of a good vibrator. It was a mild turn-on for me, mostly because of the aspect of having the power over a woman to perform this way. We only did that one time although we had many requests to repeat it. I just felt the risk was increasing as word spread on the web.

I already mentioned her obsession with my cum and I have to say she was the best cock-worshipper I ever had. She really wanted my cum and I could feel that passion in her actions. I would lay on the edge of the bed with my feet up and she would start licking my anus and then work her way up to my balls and eventually my cock. She would take her mouth off of me just long enough to say something like "I'm gonna get every drop of that cum out of your balls." "Owner, I've been good, give me what I deserve." and "Your cum bucket needs to be filled."

In addition to her nipples and boobs, her anus got a lot of attention because I could cause pain there without evidence. She hated hated having her ass fucked which made it an even bigger attraction for me. I'd ass-fuck her almost every hotel visit even though she begged me not to. It's surprising that both she and slave4 were painful ass fucks because my cock is small. Apparently not too small to cause delightful pain which was another reason why I preferred it.

You may be wondering why the relationship ended when we were having so much fun for so long. It came back to my discomfort with cheating on my wife. There has always been a tug of war between my Dominant nature and my desire to be a good husband. So after 5 years, I decided to stop the affairs and deceit. Terminating the relationship was not easy but after months, I was successful. I felt that now I was done with the BDSM lifestyle for good. What I had not counted on was slave14.