(Author's note: This is my first time submitting a story publicly, so I really appreciate all the feedback I can get. This story is the first part of a series that I have been thinking about a lot. I know more or less how it will go, but I would love to hear suggestions on where you want our narrator to end up.)
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I opened my apartment door after a long day at the office. It was around 7 pm and I was exhausted and starving. I hoped my husband had cooked. He mentioned that he has something special prepared for me this weekend, but I had no clue what it is. We had a long weekend off, and I was excited for this short break. When I stepped through the door, I looked at the hallway table and I noticed that my husband's keys were not hanging on the wooden key hanger. It was thrown in the bowl below it, and I realize the kind of special that he had in mind.
I married this man 3 years ago. We had great sex, and we both realized quite early that neither of us is vanilla. Our sex life has always incorporated different elements of BDSM, and he was the boss of me in bed. One year ago, I was extremely stressed from work, and I wanted to escape my mind. Nothing calmed down my anxiety disorder like when my husband bossed me around in bed, but I didn't feel like having sex. I only needed his orders. After a long, difficult talk with my husband, we negotiated an agreement that we were both happy with. He became my master and I became his slave. One of our rules is that if his keys were not hung, I was to strip completely and crawl to where he was sitting.
I took off my work bag and carefully placed it on the floor. Then I quickly took off my clothes and threw them in the laundry bag. I fell to my knees and crawled to find my husband sitting by the kitchen table. He was working on his laptop, and he didn't even glimpse in my direction. When I reached the side of his chair, I kneeled so that my head touched the ground. I raised my ass up like he has trained me, and I waited.
I love this position. Kneeling to my master always makes me feel like I am nothing but his slave. I don't need to think about anything else other than worshipping him and following his orders. Today, my mind was spiraling. He usually smiles my way, pats my head, and greets me. Today, he was completely ignoring me. I was not allowed to look up or speak until he allowed me to, and he didn't. Was he mad at me? What did I do wrong? Did I forget something? Was I being punished? I obediently knelt there for what felt like more than 30 minutes.
"Get under the table, turn around, and put your ass up like a good slave," he used his commanding voice. It felt even lower and scarier than usual.
I realized that I have let my ass fall and that I wasn't keeping my position. I quickly crawled under the table and followed his orders. My ass was now facing him, and I was making sure it is as high as I can raise it.
"My slave is shaved," he stated while touching my asshole.
My pussy immediately responded to his touch and I felt myself getting wet. I pushed my ass up more, yearning for him to touch me in other places as well.
"Good. We have no time to waste." He removed his hand away from me and I felt instant disappointment.
What are we going to do? Do we have somewhere to be? What does he have planned?
"We are going away for the weekend. I have everything packed and ready."
"Wait, then I should pack my clothes. Where are we going?" I blurted out.
"You will do nothing but obey me for the next 3 days. Am I clear?"
Up until this point, our scenes have lasted a maximum of 6 hours. I had some rules to follow in my daily life: I have to bring him all his drinks. I have to drive him everywhere when I'm not working. I have to touch myself for 5 minutes every morning. I do not touch myself without his permission. I do not cum without his permission. My body is free use at all times. Rules that reminded me that he owned me, but didn't interfere with our daily lives. This was new territory. Three days of obedience was something I have only read about in erotic novels.
"Yes, my master," I answered, without trying to hide the hint of excitement in my voice.
He smiled. "Save your excitement for when you know what you're getting into."
What did he mean?
"Come," he said while standing up and walking into our bedroom. I followed on the floor. "Wear this," he said while handing me a dress. It was pink, with thin, cheap stretchy fabric. When I looked at it more closely, I realized that it was very short and very small. I am a big girl, and this dress was a size XS. I knew that there was no way for me to negotiate out of wearing that dress.
My eyes searched the room. "Are we going out? I need a bra."
"No bra. No underwear. Wear it now."
I put on this dress and I couldn't believe that he wanted me to go out like that. I looked down and my DD boobs were hanging down, stretching the dress. The dress was barely covering my ass. When I try to move, the dress slides up. There was no way I can wear this in public.
"Come," he took me by my hand and walked me to our full-size mirror. "Look at yourself. Look at your body. Look at what you are."
I looked up and I realized I was much more exposed than I thought I was. I can see my nipples and areolas. I can see my hip dips. I can see every detail of my stomach. I can see my crotch. The dress was extremely tight.
"You are a whore. You should look like one," I couldn't believe that he is speaking to me like that. Even in our scenes, he used 'whore' as a term of endearment. This time he was not.
I blushed and looked down. I felt a knot in my stomach and I felt my wetness between my folds.
He pushed my chin up again, forcing me to see myself in the mirror. "I know that you are wet. There is nothing to be ashamed of. This is who you are, and for the next 3 days, I will help you realize that," he said while handing me the car keys. Then he opened my bag, took my phone and wallet, and put them in his pocket. He raised the handle of a carry-on bag that was by the door but I somehow missed. "Let's go," he said while opening the door, "and no, don't wear shoes."
I followed him in my dress outside our house. I tried to hide my boobs with my arms, but I knew that there was only so much I can hide. Anyone who sees me like this will not see me, a successful woman who leads a normal life. No, they will see a whore, following a man, barefoot and almost naked. When I was inside the car. I relaxed a bit. I didn't realize that I was cold. After all, it was October and it felt more like winter and less like fall.
"How was your day?" He asked while holding my hand kissing the inside of my palm. As usual, he was breaking the scene when it was time for me to drive.
I smiled and caressed his face. "Long and stressful. The deal that I was telling you about is almost closed."
"You worked so hard for this. You just need to get it to the finish line. You deserve all the success," he said in a serious tone. "And every penny," he continued, with a wink.
I wondered how he was able to switch from master to husband in such a short instance. "And I can't wait for those pennies! Where are we heading?"
He added an unfamiliar address on the car navigation system. It was 49 minutes away. I turned on the car and started driving.
The drive felt normal, like any other drive we've been on. He put on music, and I sang along. We were like any other couple, except that I dressed like a whore and had no idea what was going to happen to me for the next 3 days.
Ten minutes before arriving at our destination, I turned into a small road that was covered in yellow and orange leaves. It looked like no one has been there for weeks. With long trees from both sides, the road felt endless, and I couldn't stop my mind from wondering about where we are going. Somewhere I don't know. Somewhere isolated. At the end of that road, a small cabin appeared.
"Park here," he pointed at a space in front of the cabin. I obeyed.
The cabin looked well taken care of, which felt out of context considering its surroundings. I looked at the map on the screen, and it was the only cabin on the map in at least a 7 miles radius. I am sure that my husband noticed me staring, because he jumped in my direction, turned off the car, and took the key, which turned off the screen. He looked at me, placed his hand on my neck, and went in for a kiss. But it was not the kiss of a loving husband. It was a kiss of a master taking what is his. We were back in the scene. He lowered his hand slowly. I thought it was going for my boobs, but instead, he caught the neckline of my dress and pulled it down until my boobs jerked out of it. He opened his door and got out of the car. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, so I stayed still. He went around the car until he reach my door and opened it.
"On the floor."
I knew what he meant. I got out of my seat and immediately got down on my hands and knees. I remembered that I was barefoot, but it didn't matter. I was not going to walk on my feet. The floor was hard concrete, but it was clean.
The ground felt cold under my hands and knees. My boobs were hanging abruptly from above the neckline of my dress. I looked up and saw him looking at me with an evil smile on his face. He slammed the car door shut, took the carry-on from the trunk, and walked towards the cabin.
One second later, I started crawling behind him. When we reached the cabin door, he went in, took off his shoes, and gestured for me to come after him.
The furniture inside was simple yet chic. All the wood was dark and all the fabric was beige. It consisted of a large open space that included the kitchen and the living room with a sofa and an armchair, and there were 3 closed doors on the right.
I looked around for clues of what will be happening but I found nothing. He put the carry-on on a table and opened it. I couldn't see what's inside it. A moment later, he took something and walked towards the armchair, sat down, and tapped on his leg.
I took this as a gesture for me to go to him, so I crawled while still looking around. When I reached his feet, I realized that what he took from the bag was a leash. A new leash that I have never seen before. It was at least 4 inches high.
"Hold your hair up."
I obeyed.
He wrapped the leash around my neck and tightened it more than I wanted him to. Then he took a lock out of his pocket and fixed it on the clasp on the leash. "Are you uncomfortable?"
