As I came home from work I could hear the light buzzing and subtle moans coming from upstairs. I filled a glass of water as I knew she'd be thirsty. As I climbed the stairs the moans grew louder, she must have anticipated what was coming next. I opened the door to the room to find her just as I left her this morning, tied to the bed with a vibrator on her pussy and a butt plug in, except now her eyes were glazed over and the bed was soaked from the drool dripping from her mouth, filled by a ball gag to stifle her screams, and her wet pussy tormented by the endless vibrations of her favourite toy. Emily was my beautiful slave and this was my purge weekend.
It started with my wife taking her annual weekend journey from our home in London back to Liverpool where she grew up. This weekend has, in recent years, become a weekend to allow ourselves and each other the opportunity to experience new things and after the weekend is over we resume being a newly wed, happy couple in our late 20's. We describe it as a purge weekend (after the films), it allows us to be happy the rest of the year and not grow to resent one another for not fulfilling our desires. So this brings me to Emily, or Em as she likes to be called, my high school sweetheart, we always kept in touch and I knew she'd always do anything I asked as she had been in love with me since we met. Now ten years on and she still wants to please me whenever she can. So when we, my wife and I, came up with the idea of a purge weekend Emily and how I could use her as a sex slave was the first thing I thought of, she agreed immediately.