Slave for the Weeend 01

Friday Evening

It was early Friday evening when John walked into the studio apartment he shared with his wife Olivia. He was pleased to see the cleaner had been and the spacious living area was in a very good state -- especially as they were expecting company. Pouring himself a glass of wine and sitting down at the kitchen table he tried to figure out how Olivia had talked him into it. They had been together for a couple of years now and Olivia's tastes in the bedroom had always run into the kinky side of things. She liked being in control and telling him what to do, though truth to tell John made for a poor submissive, never really able to commit to the role.

Recently Olivia had started talking about her desire to bring out John's dominant side. Not with her, but together with someone else. John couldn't deny the idea of a threesome excited him, though he wasn't sure that was what Olivia had in mind.

Then last week, Olivia announced she had found a girl at work who was up for the idea of being dominated by a couple, and that she would help John tap into his inner master... whatever that meant. The girl, Sarah, would come over and stay with them for the weekend as their live in slave. So here he sat, waiting for his wife to come home, along with a girl he knew practically nothing about.

A knock broke him out of his day dreaming, though when he got up and opened the door, expecting his wife, a young brunette girl in jeans and t-shirt stood there. She had a backpack over one shoulder like she was going to a sleep over... and John supposed it was not too far from the truth.

'Oh, hey.' He managed, still surprised it wasn't Olivia.

She smiled at him shyly and extended a hand, 'John?'

'Yeah, uh, Olivia's husband... but I guess you know that.'

'Can I... come in?'

John realized he was blocking the door, and awkwardly moved aside, letting Sarah glide into the apartment. He still didn't know what kinds of things Olivia and Sarah had agreed to, but couldn't help himself from staring at the young woman's tight t-shirt and figure hugging jeans that were doing a great job showing off her body.

'You can put that anywhere,' he said, indicated the backpack. 'Also, do you drink wine?'

Sarah nodded as she threw her bag on the nearby couch, before wandering over to the table to sit across from John. He poured her a glass of red, and for a few uncomfortable minutes they sat in silence drinking their wine.

'Nice place.'

'Yeah, it's all Olivia though, she's the decorator.'

A few more moments of silence.

'This is weird isn't it?' John said.

Sarah nodded.

'So did Olivia say what she meant by live in slave?'

Sarah opened her mouth to answer, but before she could, the front door swung open and Olivia strode into the room. At almost six feet tall with long red hair and piercing blue eyes she could be quite intimidating when she wanted to be... like now.

John was about to tell her he'd been getting to know Sarah but Olivia interrupted him.

'What is this slave doing wearing clothes?'

John looked over at Sarah, slightly confused, and he noted how she quickly she broke his gaze to look down at the floor.

'Slaves are not allowed clothing of any kind! Now slave,' Olivia said now addressing Sarah directly 'I expect you to follow all the rules we discussed.'

'Yes mistress.' Sarah replied.

An immediate change came over Sarah, and John watched as she quickly stripped naked, leaving her clothes in a neat pile on the kitchen table.

'Now on your knees slave.'

Sarah sank down, tucking her arms behind her back and spreading her legs to expose her pussy.

John could feel his dick already starting to get hard as he looked down at the now naked woman kneeling next to the kitchen table, who moments before he'd been having a causal glass of wine with.

'You won't need these.' Olivia said, scooping up Sarah's clothes, and then snagging her backpack from the couch, before disappearing into another room.

John waited, his eyes fixed on Sarah's perky tits and dark hairy pussy, both fully exposed. Sarah's head was bowed, her shoulder length brown hair hanging over her eyes. It was then John realized that the young woman had probably done this kind of thing before.

'Good, a slave's position is completely naked, kneeing before her master and mistress.' Olivia said as she walked back into the room to inspect Sarah.

'Though already I can see you've been disobedient! What did I say about shaving your cunt?'

To emphasize her point she reached down between Sarah's legs and grabbed a fistful of pubic hair. Sarah whimpered as she was hauled to her feet by the cunt.

'Master John, I think this would be good practice. Before we use this little cunt it needs to be cleaned. Take the slave to the bathroom and shave and wash it... thoroughly.'

Olivia looked at John and gave a slight nod, prompting him to follow her lead.

'OK...' He mumbled as he took her by the arm and led her to the bathroom. Guiding her inside the walk-in shower, he got the water running, and waited for Sarah to start washing herself.

'No John, you need to wash her. Otherwise she won't do it right.' Olivia smiled from the doorway.

Taking a wash cloth and some soap, John started scrubbing Sarah's naked body.

'Make sure you get all the holes.' Olivia said.

John's hand pushed into the gap between Sarah's legs, and she opened them wider to give him access. Slippery with soap, one of his fingers slid into her pussy, and Sarah let out a little moan.

'Now get that hair off.'

Taking up one of Olivia's razors, John quickly saved Sarah's cunt bald. Then scrubbed it some more, his hand rubbing repeatedly over the girl's soap covered clit, while Sarah's moans got louder.

'I think the slave is going to cum... do you think she should be allowed to cum Master John?'

John, now getting into the idea that he could freely touch Sarah's body, decided the correct answer was probably no. Withdrawing his hand, he turned off the shower and pulled Sarah out. As Olivia watched he roughly dried her off.

'I think it's time for our slave to get 'dressed'.'

Olivia led John and Sarah into the bedroom where a leather collar and set of cuffs had been laid out on the bed.

'For a slave, freedom of movement, like clothes, is a privilege bestowed only by their master and mistress.'

Olivia quickly put cuffs on Sarah's ankles and wrists, locking her hands behind her back, before strapping the collar around the young woman's neck.

'On your knees slave.' To which Sarah obediently sank to the floor.

'What would you like to do with your slave, Master John? Fuck her cunt? Fuck her mouth perhaps?'

John, now fully erect under his pants, looked at the nude cuffed girl at his feet; his eyes roaming across her out thrust tits and glistening freshly shaved pussy.

Suddenly unsure of what to do next he looked at Olivia, who perhaps realized she might have been pushing him too hard.

'How about I leave you two together while I have a drink... then you can decide what you want to do next.'

With that Olivia left the room, leaving John alone with a naked cuffed Sarah kneeling on the floor.

Kneeling down next to his 'slave' he decided he had to do things his way if he was to become the dom Olivia wanted him to be. Brushing strands of hair from Sarah's face he looked into her eyes.

'Is this what you want? Is this OK?'

'Does master wish his slave to speak?' Sarah whispered, averting her gaze.

'Yes. I want to know what you want.'

'When your wife first approached me I knew she knew what kind of girl I was.' Sarah said softly keeping her gaze averted, 'For as long as men have looked at me I've wanted to owned and controlled by them, to serve them with my body, to show them what a worthless slut I am.'

Sarah now looked up at John, the chains on her cuffs clinking as she rose up slightly to get closer to him.

'I'd seen you in the office a few times and wanted to be owned by you. I would fantasize about you keeping me as your personal sex slave, my only purpose to serve your cock. When your wife suggested we try out a weekend of slavery I knew my fantasy was about to come true... master. If you want to know what I want, why don't you feel my cunt?'

John edged closer, running a hand down Sarah's naked body, over her breasts and hard nipples, down her taunt stomach, and then between her legs before inserting a finger inside her pussy. Juices ran down his hand from her wetness and she leaned in closer. Instinctively, John took a fistful of her hair with his other hand, and pulled back her head, before kissing her deeply. As they kissed, he slid another finger into her cunt and thrust them in and out.

John decided he could get used to having a slave.