The Executive Lifestyle Experience
By TheProfessor7002
Author's note: This is the continuing story about a shy young wife exploring her submissive desires, under coercion at first, then with greater enthusiasm as the story progresses. It is a fantasy, set in a fictional world where there is no risk of STDs, and there is no downside to casual sex with multiple partners... As I said, fantasy. Don't try this at home.
Chapter Nine: A Blow Job for Brian.
The remainder of that week was pretty normal. McCafferty was focused on his business dealings, and had not required Sara's service since the afternoon she had first been summoned to the apartment in Longview; the time she had first met Lisa McCafferty.
Sara had met with Lisa on Monday, to begin her formal training, and her first lesson had been interesting, to say the least. In addition to working on the mechanics of sucking cock, including techniques for being able to deep-throat, the first session had unexpectedly veered into an exploration of submission and pee-play.
After watching Sara's aroused reaction to a porn video that showed a slave being forced to drink piss, Lisa had placed Sara in an identical situation, kneeling naked on the floor of the shower... collared, leashed, and helplessly bound... She had peed on Sara, then ordered her to swallow a mouthful of piss... Sara had done so, despite her visceral aversion to doing that. The masochistic thrill she had experienced from obeying that revolting order was the last thing on earth that Sara would have expected. But it was very real, nonetheless. Sara had been utterly surprised by how aroused she had become while doing something so loathsome.
Sara had learned something about herself, something she still didn't fully understand... For some inexplicable reason, being forced to submit was Sara's most powerful aphrodisiac. Since she had begun interacting with McCafferty, Sara had come to understand that she enjoyed submitting to a powerful man. But the session with Lisa had been startling in its intensity. And it had not been something that Sara secretly wanted to do; she was utterly revolted at the thought. But that hadn't mattered... It was the submission that had turned her on, and intensely so.
As Lisa had explained to her... A slave's preference was unimportant. What was important was her obedience, and the more a slave didn't want to do something, the more perfect was her obedience when she did it.
Sara thought about that in the context of giving blow jobs. Lisa had asserted that sucking cock was fundamentally an act of submission, and Sara had decided that was obviously true. That knowledge had given her a different outlook. Lisa had told Sara she personally loved sucking cock, that it really turned her on. Sara wasn't sure she would ever feel the same way, but she knew she could focus on the submission, which always seemed to make her very aroused.
'Maybe that's why Lisa likes sucking cock so much,' Sara thought to herself. 'Maybe what she actually likes is the submissive aspects of doing that.'
Sara was pretty sure she could learn to at least enjoy the submissive aspect of sucking cock, if not the actual act itself.
Lisa had instructed Sara to practice, every day, using the dildo to develop her blow job skills. Sara had done so, using the techniques that Lisa had shown her, and had advanced to the point where she could reliably take the entire length into her throat without undue effort. Sara knew she was learning, steadily improving her sexual skills and abilities, and found that she was proud of that fact.
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Sara and I were both busy at work, but we still found time for each other in the evenings. We had several romantic interludes during the week, and I was very appreciative of Sara's frequent acquiescence to my various amorous advances. I was really impressed with how much she seemed to be loosening up. She was still pretty shy, but she had obviously come a long way in learning to shed some of her inhibitions. She seemed to be enjoying our sexual interludes, in a way that she had not been able to do, until recently.
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On Friday afternoon of that week, Sara received a text, from a number she didn't recognize, that said simply "Greetings". She deleted the text, then logged into the STM secure messaging app. Sure enough, there was a message:
"It's time to expand your horizons. For your homework assignment tonight, forget about the toy; use the real thing. Tonight, practice your blow job skills on Brian. Acknowledge receipt of this text, and be prepared to report back to me at our next meeting."
Sara felt a twinge of arousal at being ordered by her Master to give a blow job to her husband... something she had never done before. After her training session with Lisa, Sara knew she was more than capable of following the order, even to the point of taking it to completion, of allowing me to cum in her mouth and swallowing it, if necessary. She didn't think that would be particularly pleasant for her to do, but she now knew she would be turned on by submitting to doing it.
What she didn't know, was how to initiate something so completely out of character with her prior behaviors. She had never before done anything remotely like that, even in response to some pretty obvious hinting from me, early in our marriage. She was worried that I would become suspicious at the sudden change in her behavior.
But she had been given a direct order, and she knew she had to obey. She quickly typed her reply.
"Acknowledge. I understand and will obey."
Sara felt a thrill of arousal as she typed the word 'obey'. This was what it meant to be Master Scott's sex slave. In spite of her trepidation, she was getting turned on at being ordered to perform sexually.
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That night, Sara initiated sex with me, which was unusual enough that I took note of it. She seemed unusually aroused and ready, and was quite flirtatious and suggestive. We went to bed early, then spent some time snuggling naked under the covers, just enjoying the intimacy of full body, skin-on-skin, contact.
I was laying on my back. Sara was under the covers with me, lying on her right side as she snuggled naked against me. She had her left hand around my cock and was gently stroking me as we snuggled; nothing too aggressive, just light, playful stroking.
"Would you like me to do something nice for you," she cooed into my ear.
"Mmmmm," I sighed. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well..." she considered, still gently stroking my erection and snuggling against me. "I read an article that said most wives don't put enough effort into pleasing their man... and that's why they stray."
As I listened to her words, I had a sudden, vivid recollection of my night at the ELC with Scott McCafferty.
"Do you think I am planning to stray," I asked, suddenly alarmed at where this might lead.
"No, of course not," Sara declared. "I know how much you love me... It's just that, I'm thinking maybe I haven't done enough for you... Maybe, I should be a little more adventurous."
She was kissing me between phrases, continuing to gently stroke my cock. Then, she blew my mind. She began moving lower, taking the covers with her, kissing her way down my abdomen as she continued to stroke my cock with one hand. When she reached my cock, she held it with her hand, pointing it upward.
"Fred seems happy," she cooed softly. "Do you think he'd like a kiss?"
I chuckled, pleasantly surprised. "Very much so," I replied.
Sara pursed her lips and gently kissed the tip. She kissed around the head in several places, then stuck out her tongue and began to lick it like an ice cream cone.
I moaned, making her giggle. But she kept licking, familiarizing herself with my very erect penis. Then, as I watched, she enveloped my cock with her mouth and began to gently suck it.
