I've always been sort of meek. My father was rich and I never felt I had to push my weight around. I know my friends took advantage of me, and probably laughed behind my back but it never bothered me.
If I suggested going to a movie someone else would say let's go bowling. If I said, "Let's go bowling.", someone else would say, "Let's go bar-hopping." I always went along with whatever they said because I had lots of money and didn't feel right about always being in charge because of it.
It's kind of a wonder that I got married because my wife is the same way. Everyone figured we would just go out forever, each of us waiting for the other to take the initiative.
But we did finally get married.
Neither of us really looks the part of a follower. I'm 6'2" and 220 pounds. And I don't have any fat on me.
Wanda is a 5'7" 125 pound brunette. She has very white skin and even though she has some visible muscles she still has curves in all the right places. She is 36 B, 22, 36. Her tits may be smaller than some guys like but they are firm and tipped with nipples that are about a half inch long when hard.
One typical Saturday night about 3 years after we got married we got together with Ray and Jean. They're our best friends. We get together with them three or four times a month. If we don't go out somewhere we'll play cards or some board game at their house or ours.
This one night we sat around and talked for a while and had a couple of drinks when Jean suggested playing a game. Wanda and I both said sure and asked what she wanted to play.
"I'm tired of all the usual games why don't we play masters and slaves?" I said I'd never heard of that game and asked what it was.
"Well, one couple will be the masters and the other couple will be slaves. The slaves have to do whatever the masters order them to do." I looked at Wanda and saw that her skin was flushed. She was looking down and didn't meet anyone's eyes.
Since Wanda didn't say anything I asked Jean, "Like what would the slaves have to do?"
"I don't know. Just whatever the masters think up. Since we're here tonight we'll be the masters and next week we'll come over to your place and you guys can be the masters."
That didn't sound too bad. If they're going to let us be the masters next week then they're not going to give us any crazy orders tonight. "That sounds like it might be fun, let's try it."
Ray hadn't said anything before but now he did. "From now on we will call you slave and you will call us master and mistress. You will only speak when told to. When we give you an order you say 'Yes Master or Mistress' and carry out the order."
He spoke in a very stern, commanding voice and it just felt right to answer him, "Yes master." He gave me a smile I can only describe as fatherly. I was proud that I had done the right thing and that I was already getting the hang of the game.
For the next hour or so Ray and Jean ordered us around to get them a drink or a neck rub or some other menial chore. At other times they gave us silly orders, like stand on one foot, or stand back to back, or stand in the corner. Wanda and I didn't have any trouble responding correctly, "Yes master, or yes mistress." We all had a few laughs. But I could tell that Wanda was becoming aroused at having to follow all of their orders. I think I was too, a little bit.
After a while it seemed right to follow orders. It just seemed natural. Jean told us to stand with our hands at our sides facing each other. Then she had us move right up against each other.
When Wanda's tits touched my chest I could feel her long hard nipples stabbing my chest and I knew she was getting turned on. I couldn't conceal the bulge in my pants so everyone knew I was turned on too.
Jean said, "Look at our slaves. They are both hot and ready to fuck." That was a real shocker. I'd never heard Jean say hell or damn, much less fuck. It also had the effect of making me even harder.
Ray ordered us to turn around and stand side by side in front of them. "Yes master." And we did it. Then he told me to stand behind Wanda. "Yes master."
"Put your arms around her and fondle her tits."
I gulped and responded, "Yes master." I was really getting hot. It felt kind of weird to be feeling up my wife in front of our friends, but exciting too.
"Take her blouse off."
I think, maybe deep down, I had been expecting this. "Yes master." Wanda didn't say anything or try to move. She just kept looking at the floor.
I unbuttoned my wife's blouse and pulled it off her shoulders. "The bra too."
"Yes master." I undid the front clasp on her bra and opened it up. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but my dick was so hard it was starting to hurt.
Jean asked, "Does exposing your wife to another man turn you on?" My mouth was so dry I couldn't answer her. Jean got up and moved behind me. I turned around to see what she was doing.
Ray said, "Face me."
I turned back to look at him. I heard a swishing sound just before I felt a stinging blow on my ass. I jerked and let out a gasp.
Ray ordered, "Take your clothes off slave. Show us your hard little pecker." For some crazy reason I wanted to do it.
"Yes master."
Once I was naked, it wasn't any secret that I was horribly turned on by exposing my wife's tits to another man.
Jean whispered in my ear, "Take your wife's skirt off."
"Yes mistress."
"Does it turn you on?" Before I could answer she struck me again.
I blurted out, "Yes mistress!"
"You know Ray wants to fuck her don't you?"
I could barely get the words out, "Yes mistress."
"Well take her panties off so he can fuck your sweet little wife."
"Yes mistress." I had to bend down to pull Wanda's panties all the way off her. I don't know why I was doing this. It felt so strange. I was burning up.
