Part 1 of this story can be read under the same title. "The making of a slave." It deals with an everyday couple where the husband is an Alpha male who recognizes submissive qualities in his wife during their many years of marriage and tries to create a D/s relationship.
Story Background: Their journey first begins with swinging. They experiment with MFM threesomes followed by FMF threesomes and over the years, progress to foursomes and even some small partying.
Somewhere in this process, the wife shares with her husband that she wonders what it would be like to be whipped. Her alpha male husband researches the subject and discovers the D/s lifestyle. He seeks to change their marriage into a D/s relationship and the story chronicles the journey they undergo to bring it to fruition.
Part 1 of the story ends with the couple arriving at her first public D/s scene after experimenting with the D's lifestyle themselves. It can be read under the title, "The making of a slave."
Part 2 picks up the story by describing the process that the husband used in training his wife to accept domination, finally receiving her submission and taking their relationship into the public D/s arena.
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Vee was unquestionably a submissive woman, one who loved doing things for people, enjoyed being directed and absolutely wanted someone else to take the lead in bed where you could do anything to her except take here anally.
That was my domain, I was her rear admiral and no one but I could breach her back door.
As long as someone was dominant and led her with confidence, she was amenable to doing most things. She always had a yearning to be the seduced rather than be the seducer, the controlled rather than the controller.
It took me about two years to convince her that the type of relationship in which she would flourish most was one in which she played a submissive role.
Vee resisted for a while, not because she didn't like the idea because she would often agree that she was a submissive woman and did all of the things that I told her to do but the formalization and categorization of the process created problems for her.
She always wanted to know, why she had to be called and accept the title of "submissive" and why she had to call me "Master."
Her argument was that she always obeyed me anyway and couldn't understand why I needed to make something formal of her ceding her will to me.
In most things she didn't mind being controlled but felt that she didn't want to give up every facet of her decision making.
This was the problem that I faced. We had tried it a time or two but she always asked to quit when some of the things I required were in her opinion too much.
Knowing that trying to force her into submission was unwise, I always agreed to stop but kept trying to find ways that would make her offer her submission rather than be coerced into it.
For a while, I abandoned the idea of a D/s relationship and just let her live submissively on her own terms.
Gradually I brought her back to it by giving her reading material to slowly expanding her knowledge, making her more aware that she was not alone in her feelings and that others relished and enjoyed the total submission lifestyle.
One day she asked if we could attempt it again. This time, I led her slowly, giving her time to ingest and digest the idea until she felt that obedience was not a red flag but a sign of her strength in her choosing to do so. Very slowly, the formality of the lifestyle became less of a problem for her.
She was given daily chores like maintaining a journal of her feelings, something that she enjoyed doing, reading material on female submission, which she didn't like but grudgingly did.
She was also required to discuss her thoughts afterwards with me. At first, she would not initiate the discussion but after a while she would approach me to ask questions and discuss her feelings.
She was encouraged to suggest things that she thought would increase her feelings of submission. It took much prompting and reminding to get her to do this but she began to respond and as she did, her submission deepened.
I asked her to choose a pet name by which she wanted to be referred and I used it thereafter. Slowly she grew to accept the submissive lifestyle; slowly she embraced the thought of my being her Master.
As we began this new exploration she was required to kiss me every morning on rising, to bathe my body when I wanted to shower with her, to lather my cock, balls and asshole until I was satisfied.
She enjoyed these ministrations and looked forward to the task. Worshipping my body soon followed.
In the mornings, she would put out my medication and breakfast before I took her to work and I told her to ask for permission to go shopping or to dinner with her friends and relatives.
I never refused her but it got her into the habit of asking for permission first before doing anything.
Gradually she accepted every command and when she forgot, I disciplined her, not brutally but enough so she knew that she was being punished and I always let her know why.
Once a week, I had her to sleep naked next to me and she realized that it wasn't really a bad thing, in fact, she kind of enjoyed it.
I would purposefully fondle and feel her up in bed while she was awake and while she slept and she came to accept it as a matter of course.
She shaved her shave her pussy bare to comply with my directions and I told her not to sleep with pyjama bottoms or underwear.
When she wore a night gown she was not allowed to wear bra or panties because she was to be always available to me and more importantly, it made her feel vulnerable, open and available. She complied.
Without her realizing it, she sank deeper and deeper into submission and obedience.
Later I had her purchase a garter belt and stockings. She wore them everytime she wore a dress. Panty hose were only for use when she wore slacks.
She was told never to wear panties under any dress unless otherwise instructed and again, she obeyed, even when we attended black tie affairs.
I wanted her feel that her body was always available to me in public or in private and because she knew that I would never openly grope and embarrass her in public, she willingly left her panties off.
At home she never wore underwear unless guests or children visited the house and then she was allowed to wear only a bra.
I would intentionally feel and grope her, sometimes just out of the range of other people's vision, just so she would get used to not resisting and accept that I would do so whenever I wanted to.
