Eric has been surfing the Internet for over an hour, gathering information about the evolution of birds and dinosaurs, a subject he likes. He also likes studying about the evolution of mankind. He enjoys doing his research on the Internet; it relaxes him. He downloads the information he found to a thumb drive so that he can later transfer it to the computer he has at the school where he is the computer lab instructor. He wants to give the data to his students. He will have them go to the websites he found and then type up a report on what they learn.
He looks up from the computer. "My Pet, it's time for your shower. This evening I would also like to relax and possibly make love with you in the whirlpool bath after we shower. Please go get some towels and prepare the shower and bathtub."
Frequently, whenever they are home alone together, Eric and his sex slave wife bathe together. He enjoys bathing Tanya Marie. Bathing her is something that he has been doing occasionally for several years, especially whenever their children spend the evening at one of their grandparents' homes. This Friday evening their seven-year-old daughter Carolyn and their two-month-old daughter Erica are at her mother's house.
Bathing together is something that they both enjoy more so than relaxing together in the saunas of SAMS Spa health resort. It is also a prelude - one might even say foreplay - to their having sex, because, during their shower together, their passions are raised to towering heights. Then after they bathe, they either have sex in their jetted bathtub or get into their king size bed naked and fuck.
Sometimes, before they bathe and to enhance their lovemaking, she submits to him and he spanks his sex slave. He has a 3.5 centimeter wide brown leather belt he purchased for that specific purpose; she helped him pick it out. When he's not wearing it, he keeps it and a riding crop hanging inside the door of their clothes closet. He also has a ping pong paddle in the bottom drawer of his chest of drawers. The abuse from these instruments of torture gets her extremely passionate and wanting to be subjugated and fucked until she is senseless with joy. Tanya looks forward to the beatings because they intensify the magnificence of her orgasms.
It was her decision to become his sex slave and submit to him a little over a year ago; a decision that was brought on in part by their frequent bathing together.
"Yes Master." The sex slave is sitting on the loveseat in the den across from the computer. Except for her slippers, she is naked. She turns off the electronic tablet from which she has been reading about the privateer Jean Lafitte and the Battle of New Orleans in 1815. She places it on the end table and goes to the master bedroom to prepare her bath. She, with the help of her husband, has been researching the subject for over a year. She has gone to several websites to read about the privateer and his involvement in the skirmish between the British and the Americans. It's something she has gotten interested in; he prefers studying about dinosaurs and evolution.
She enters her favorite room. It is her beloved room because it is here that he fulfills her every wish and her every sexual desire. It is here that she can become his obedient sex slave every night.
During the day when the children are home - particularly Carolyn, their ever watchful seven-year-old - Tanya has to be careful in what clothes she wears - or doesn't wear - and how she addresses her Master. In the rest of the house, she has to be careful about how she acts and what she says in front of the children.
But here in the master bedroom, in her love room, even with the children home and especially once they are safely tucked into their beds, then she can close the door, strip down and become his naked sex slave. In the rest of the house, she is just his wife, just the mother of his children. But the moment she steps into this room, this love chamber, she undergoes a complete metamorphosis.
Like some superhero who changes their identity, she ceases to be a 'mild mannered Clark Kent' everyday housewife and becomes instead a sex starved minx who longs to be dominated and fucked into oblivion. Here she becomes his "condemned property!"
The workmen just finished remolding and enlarging the master bedroom and master bath a month ago. Before, it was just a plain ordinary bedroom, a place to sleep and occasionally have sex. But now, now it has been transformed into a royal palace, a torture chamber and sex prison all rolled into one.
It's a palace, because now, not only does it resemble a king's royal bedroom, but in it he rules. He is the Master and she the faithful servant, his subservient sex toy. It's a torture chamber because here he demeans her; he beats her, abuses her and uses her sexually in any way it pleases him. It's a sex prison because she cannot escape from it. Her own lust filled passions keep her chained to it. Indeed, she does not want to flee from it. She willingly surrenders to it.
A wave of euphoria ripples through her sensuous body as she looks around the room she fondly calls her love dungeon.
On the right side of the oversized master bedroom is a king size bed with his and hers matching chest of drawers on each side of the bed. On top of each are various pictures of their children. On top of hers there is also a photograph of Eric and Tanya from their wedding day. It is flanked by two champagne glasses from the reception, engraved with the date of their nuptials. The headboard is made from white oak with a reclining nude woman carved into it. The footboard has a similar but smaller carving. The bedposts at the head of the bed reach about 90 centimeters high; the bedposts at the foot rise only about 30 centimeters off the mattress.
Nightstands are to the immediately left and right sides of the bed. Both have lamps on them; both lamps are off. The right side nightstand, her side of the bed, also has a digital alarm clock, a framed photograph of Carolyn and Erica and her cell phone charger plugged into her phone. On his nightstand there is a miniature wedding picture of Tanya and a rendition of Leonardo da Vinci's
Last Supper
in a small plastic tray with a few coins in it. Next to the tray is his cell phone charger and cord.
In the center of the room near the foot of the bed is an exposed decorative oak rafter. Attached to the center of it is a large five blade, three speed fan with four lights. They are both on; the fan is on low. Flanking the fan a short distance away from it on either side of the bed are two wire baskets of Boston fern hanging from chains fastened to the ceiling joist.
There is a large walk-in close closet on the left side of the room in the far right corner. Its door is closed. The linen closet is next to the close closet, separating it from the open bath.
In the left corner, along the left wall there is a custom-made whirlpool bathtub big enough for three bathers and an outsized shower, large enough for at least four people to stand in and bathe comfortably. There is a built-in bench along one of its two walls. It has two spigots, one on each wall; one has a shower massager attached to it. The other two walls have clear glass sides reaching to the ceiling and a clear glass door leading into it. The jetted bath is to the left of the shower along the left wall; it is built to resemble a sunken bathtub. The floor is built-up around it; a person has to step up the two small steps leading to it. It is open to the bedroom and does not have a shower curtain or anything separating it from the rest of the bedroom.
Further to the left, at the foot of the bathtub, is a combination double sink and vanity with a large mirror above it. A pushbutton bottle of antibacterial liquid hand soap rests on the edge of the sink. There are cabinets below the vanity. A scented candle of apple cider is on top of the dressing table along with a cup holding several toothbrushes, a tube of toothpaste and a disposable razor. A can of apple cider room air freshener is next to the cup. To the right of the vanity near the entrance door, along the adjoining wall is a small room containing the toilet.
She gets four large towels and one washcloth from the linen closet and puts two towels next to the jetted bathtub and the other towels and the facecloth on a shelf inside the custom-built shower. She turns on the water in the therapeutic bath, sits on the edge of it and holds her hand in front of the nozzle. As soon as the water is warm she turns on the shower and sets it at just the right temperature. She hopes that he fucks her while they are in the tub; maybe even smack her ass a few times before doing so.
Then she takes off her slippers, pins her black hair up with a barrette clip and sits down on the edge of the tub wall to wait for her Master.
He enters the bedroom a few seconds later. She immediately rises to her feet. If she has any clothes on he removes them first. However, this evening she is naked, as she normally is when they are alone, for she loves to walk around the house naked and does so as often as she can. Also, the rules of her consensual sexual slavery to him demand that, unless otherwise directed by him, she is to remain nude at all times when they are alone together. The only thing she wears at such times is her slippers to protect her feet and to prevent them from getting soiled if the floor is dirty. She also walks around naked just for his pleasure, because to see her without any clothes on gets him sexually excited and wanting to fuck.
He too sometimes goes naked when the children are spending an evening at one of their grandparent's houses. But he has yet to disrobe from earlier when he returned from bringing the children to their grandparent's. She begins by taking off his shirt. She puts it in the dirty clothes bin in the linen closet. Then she kneels down in front of him and removes his shoes and socks. He raises his feet one at a time, balancing himself by putting his hand on the top of her head. She puts his socks in the dirty clothes bin and his shoes in his shoe rack inside their walk-in closet.
She returns to kneel in front of him. She unbuckles his pants and lowers them to his ankles. She takes his pants off from around his ankles as he raises each foot. She removes the belt from the pants. She puts his pants in the cloths bin. She places his keys, his wallet and the loose change from his pockets on top of his dresser in the plastic
Last Supper
tray. She plugs his cell phone into it charger on his nightstand.
Then she again kneels in front of her Master and bows her head in submission. She doubles the belt in half and holds it palm up in her hands, above her head, offering it up to him. She waits for his command. He stares down at her and takes the belt from her, pondering her actions.
"You may remove my drawers, my Pet. Then I want you to swap this belt for our special belt hanging in our closet."
"Yes Master, thank you Master." She is very careful. She pulls his jockey drawers over his circumcised manhood and down to his ankles. He raises his feet one at a time as she removes his underwear. She puts them in the dirty clothes bin and retrieves the spanking belt. Then she kneels before him again, offering up the special belt to him in sacrifice, doubled over in her open palms. It is distinctive because they purchased it together from a men's haberdashery shop in Lakeside Shopping Center for the specific purpose of spanking her naked ass, pubic mound and labia. It is 3.5 centimeters wide, thick brown leather and has two rows of stainless steel rivets in it along its entire length. It particularly stings her cheeks and pussy when he beats her with it. Tanya fondly calls it her love belt.
He takes the spanking belt from her outstretched hands.
Her back is straight and her fingers are interlocked over her navel. She stares straight ahead at his dick, the object of her sexual enslavement. Just seeing him nude excites her beyond her greatest expectations. She longs to kiss his manhood, to lick and wet its length with her tongue and to take his cock into her inviting mouth and suck it until he explodes into her parched orifice. She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply to catch his scent. Upon filling her nostrils with his intoxicating aroma, she opens her eyes and, looking up, imploringly says, "I am ready Master. I await your pleasure."
