I made a big mistake at work and now I am paying for it by being a submissive slut to my female boss who loves to dominate and humiliate me - almost as much as I enjoy being dominated.
This chapter is about a weekend away from my Mistress where I try to get my husband involved in my need to be submissive. This story may stand on its own but will make more sense if you read the preceding chapters.
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Over the last 2 weeks my mistress began training me as her slut. I am working hard to make her happy and I am learning more and more about myself as a submissive and a slut than I would have ever believed possible. My sexual desire has been heightened to a point where I am constantly aroused and horny.
My mistress allowed me time to myself and to be with my husband all weekend as she is visiting family in another state. I am still trying to come to grips about how or even if, to tell my husband about what is really going on at work. I don't think he will understand but in the meantime, when I am with him, he is having the best sex of his life. His willing and insatiable wife is constantly sucking or fucking his wonderful cock at every opportunity.
Saturday morning, I woke early and lay in bed thinking about how to entice my husband to have anal sex with me. My mistress has opened a Pandora's Box and my desire to become an anal slut for her bidding is high on my list of priorities.
My husband and I have never tried anal before and I have to figure out a way to get him to agree to it. We have never even discussed it before so I need to find out what he thinks about it. I already revealed my interest in spanking when I yelled out, "Spank my ass!" during sex. Maybe I can start by asking him to finger my ass.
I know the best way to get him to do anything is to start out sucking his wonderful cock. So, I slide under the covers head-first and suck his picture perfect cock into my mouth while he is still sleeping. Holding it inside my warm mouth, I slowly and carefully start to suck.
His cock is always hard in the morning and lately, I have been taking advantage of it every chance I get. Since this is the first weekend we have had in a long time to spend together with nothing to do, I plan to make it an exceptional one for him.
By the time I have him fully in my throat with my nose touching his belly, I feel his hand move to the back of my head. He isn't holding me there, he is just resting his hand as I slowly pump up and down on his rock hard member.
I'm on my knees with my butt up by the pillows and I feel his hand reach across and caress my ass and then his fingers slide down my crack and across my asshole. This is already a good start!
He doesn't stay there and continues moving his fingers lower until he finds my wet pussy. He runs his fingertips along my slit and he must feel how wet I am already. When his fingers touch my clit, I moan against his swollen cock.
As his fingers find their way into my welcoming hole, I really begin to work my magic, sucking and licking as best I can. I want him to cum in my mouth so that when he does fuck my ass, he will last longer.
My husband has two fingers pumping in and out of my pussy now, matching the mouth fucking that I am giving him. I can feel that he is getting close and just knowing what is coming, I too drift closer to the edge.
When I feel his hot cum moving along his shaft, I take him as deep in my throat as I can and feel four or five shots of his seed hit far back in my throat. I struggle to swallow it all without choking. At the same time, when he started to cum, he pushes his long, thick fingers deep inside me and I start to cum as well.
After licking up every drop of his cum, I turn and climb up to lay my head on his chest. After a few moments, I look up at him and tell him that I want to spend the whole day making him happy.
"Let's not do anything today except stay in bed and make love. I want to do whatever makes you happy today."
"Sweetheart, just being with you makes me happy."
"Awww, but I want today to be special."
I work my hand back down and gently stroke his cock. I can feel him starting to get hard again after only a few seconds but he starts to sit up.
"Honey, I really have to pee. I'll be right back."
"Okay, but while you are gone, I want you to think about your biggest fantasy and then come back and tell me. I am going to be your slut for a day so make it good."
"My slut for a day? Alright, I will think about it but right now, I gotta go!"
I laughed and turned my bare ass toward him and wiggled it as he walked to the bathroom.
"I'm going to go and make us some coffee. I will be right back."
When I returned with the coffee, he was sitting up in the bed against the headboard with a pensive look on his face. I was a little worried until he looked up at me and smiled.
"Come here my little slut for a day. What has gotten into you?"
"I'm hoping you will be getting into me! But seriously, I don't know, I am just really horny lately and I want to do whatever makes you happy. I want to be naked with you and make love all day; all weekend if you want."
We sat and talked for a long time about how our lives had changed so drastically over the last year and how it has affected our relationship. He was concerned that I was just using sex to make up for not being home more, being the traditional wife. He was worried that although his job and his career were doing well, that I really wanted to stay home and not have to work.
I let him know that was far from the truth. I liked my job, I liked the work and it made feel good to be able to contribute. Someday I might like to stay home and raise our children but not right now. I told him that I found my career very exciting. Of course I didn't tell him everything about my job that was exciting but our talk made him feel better about where we were in our relationship.
Once we got that out of the way, I asked him about what his ultimate fantasy was. He was very hesitant and just came out and told me that he was embarrassed about telling me. That made me want to know more than ever. If he was embarrassed, then I had hopes for something really dirty.
After more poking and prodding, it finally came out in kind of a run-on sentence.
"My favorite fantasy is for you to be wearing really high heels and stockings and nothing else and I like it when you talk dirty and oh, and I really liked it when you told me to spank you the other day; I don't ever want to hurt you though and I don't think I could ever really spank you hard, and maybe I would tie you up and..."
"Whoa... slow down lover. I would love to do all those things for you. I'll tell you what. I am going to go make some breakfast for you and then while you are eating, I am going to take a shower. Why don't you take a quick shower while I make you some toast, bacon and eggs? You are going to need all your strength today. Then I kissed him long and hard and reached down to feel his cock was fully hard. I gave him a few long strokes before crawling out of bed. This was going to be a good day.
After I made him breakfast I went to take my shower and plan my day. I made sure that I was silky smooth everywhere below my neck and after I put on just enough makeup, I found some white thigh-high stockings and a totally sheer, white silk robe that was short enough to hang just below my butt and had a single satin tie that held it together.
Looking in the mirror, I could clearly see my nipples but my pussy was mostly hidden by the lace trim on the edges of the robe when it was pulled together. Lastly, I dug out my cherry red pumps with 4" heels that he used to call my fuck-me-pumps back when we were dating.
If we had any rope it would be out in the garage and I didn't want him to see me quite yet so I had to improvise with his neckties. I pulled four of them off his tie rack and marveled at the lack of creativity my husband has when it comes to clothing. These four ties were the most boring, generic ties possible and were representative of the entire collection of boring ties that he wore to work on a regular basis. Well, today we will use them for a less boring activity than they are accustomed.
I peek out of the bedroom and see that he is sitting on our couch watching TV. I roll up two of the neckties and put one in each hand. Walking as best I can in the 4" heels I strut into the living room and moving between the couch and the coffee table, stand between my husband's legs. I drop the ties behind me on the coffee table.
He hasn't said anything yet; he is just staring at me. I bat my eyes at him and then untie the sash to the robe, let if fall off my shoulders and to the floor leaving me naked except for my stockings and shoes.
"My name is Jenny. I am your sex slave for the weekend. I am yours to do with whatever you like, in any way you like, whenever you like"
I didn't know how he was going to react. I think that I expected him to be very hesitant and not very aggressive. I was a little surprised when he looked at me and said, "Are you sure that you mean anything?"
I hesitated more from surprise than anything else but responded, "Yes Master, I am yours to do with as you please."
He got a devious smile on his face that I hadn't seen before. Well then my sex slave, I like it when you call me Master but what shall I call you?"
"You may call me anything you wish Master but I think that Slut would be appropriate."
"Alright then Slut, what are you doing with my neckties?"
"Master, I brought them in case you wish to tie me up."
"I see. Would you like that?"
"It's not for me to decide Master."
"You're right. Hand me one of the ties and turn around."
This is what I was hoping for. He is starting to take charge and I can already feel my pussy starting to moisten. He uses the necktie to tie my hands behind my back and then he has me turn back around to face him.
"Get down on your knees Slut."
"Yes Master."
I struggle to get down on my knees because of the high heels, the narrow space between the couch and the coffee table and not having my hands but I finally manage. I look up and he is just looking at me.
"Do you wish me to suck your cock Master?"
He opens the button and unzips his jeans and then pushes them down to his knees. Inwardly I am smiling because he is fully erect and as hard as I have ever seen him. I can see his cock bobbing with every beat of his heart and I greedily take as much of him in mouth as I can.
His head tilts back and a slight moan escapes from his lips. It takes me 3 or 4 strokes with my mouth before I can get him fully in my mouth, lodged in the back of my throat. I hold him there as long as I can before I back off to come up for air. I decide to prolong this as much as possible and give him the best hands-free blowjob ever. I lick down his shaft and then try to lick his balls but I can't really get to them. He realizes what I am trying to do and slides his butt toward the edge of the couch where I can suck his ball individually into my mouth and caress them with my tongue.
His shaft is hard as a rock and keeps bouncing off my nose and cheek as I suck and lick his balls. After a few moments I lick my way back to the swollen tip of his cock and before I take him back into my mouth ask, "Am I sucking your cock the way you like Master?"
