The Pandemic Slave
This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. Please vote (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments. I love hearing from all of you and you are the reason I do this.
PS -- If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories, and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.
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Chapter 1
It had been only three days since the pandemic forced their governor to slap a stay at home order on everyone in the state and Suzy was already going stir crazy. Don had always been her sugar daddy and husband, but now she couldn't do anything with all the stores, bars and restaurants closed. She was alone at home with him and she had a bad case of cabin fever. Her cabin fever translated into a bitchy, irritable and very touchy woman.
For a while Don let her get away with it, because after all she was drop dead gorgeous. Suzy looked like some of the gorgeous characters in the latest graphic novels. You know the kind, full breasts with just a hint of sag giving her breasts the mouthwateringly perfect shape and nipples hard, insolently begging to be ravished. Suzy was slim and tiny with her ribs well defined below her breasts that funneled into her impossibly small waist and tight muscled abs. Her tiny belly left a delicious gully between her slim womanly hips that accentuated her hipbones. Her ass was tight and well rounded, but not the kind of bubble butt that is popular today and her butt was the perfect foil for her flawless, well defined and muscled legs.
She was a very sensual and passionate woman with a huge sex drive. That was one of the reasons he married her less than a year ago. They were both very physical in their prostrations of love and Suzy could not go more than a couple of days without a good hard fucking. She would tease him endlessly until he gave her what she desperately needed, but never seemed to get enough. Don loved this about her and when they made love the fact that she would cum almost continuously made him feel like a god in the sack. But they hadn't made love since the isolation started and Don knew this was part of her crankiness.
On the fourth day Don was starting to have his fill of her spoiled bratty behavior and spent time talking to some of his friends that were having the same kind of problems. A couple had taking to drinking and one had become a dominant, forcing his wife to be his submissive. Don thought hard about this, he knew he couldn't be a drunk and he started doing some research on BDSM and the Dominant/Submissive relationship.
He thought this might be an answer to his and his wife's isolation problems. This could be a lot of fun and train his delicious wife at the same time. The more he researched the more he knew he had stumbled on the answer. He had to surprise her and not give her a chance to know what was going to happen until after he had forced her to cum so many times she had to have more. As sexual as Suzy was he thought he might gain more discipline with orgasm denial therapy.
Mixed in with grocery shopping he gathered the items he would need for her domination and then waited for one of her famous demanding, selfish tantrums. He knew the best way to have a tantrum was to not give in to her seductions and frustrate her sexually. She was a wild sexual animal ( something he loved about her ) and he knew he could use that to dominate her.
On the fifth day Don gathered a gym bag from his car and slowly walked to the front door with his boots leaving a dusty trail behind him. His jeans fit snugly enough to show a tight muscled ass and a rather large lump in front of his pants. His light blue polo shirt was stretched tightly over his muscular chest and was warped out of shape trying to contain his meaty muscular arms. His face had a look of impassive interest.
As he opened the door Suzy was decked out in a short, see-through dress strategically covered in sequins. His brow furrowed wondering what the hell was going on. Suzy flounced over to him and struck a provocative pose and demanded, "Take me out to eat and then let's go dancing!"
Don's jaw dropped, "Baby everything is shut down! All the restaurants are shut down and we can only get takeout. All the bars and clubs are shuttered until further notice. You know this .... What in the hell are you thinking?"
"I can't stand being cooped up like this. I want to go out and do something and if you are not going to take me then I'm going by myself! She tried to push passed her husband with her car keys and purse in her hand.
Don set down the groceries, quickly turned grabbing the arm of his stunningly bejeweled wife and swung her over his shoulder. She screamed loudly and fought his abduction, beating her fists on his back and kicking her legs wildly as he carried her back into the house. He kicked the door shut with his foot and stalked into the living room. Don sat down in a straight back chair deftly flipping her into his arms then he laid Suzy over his lap.