Thanks again for all the kind words! Pam and I take a long weekend in Atlantic City. It was the most erotic few days of our lives. I will try to describe the true events, as best I can. Enjoy!
After my first week as Pam's slave husband, things got back to normal. Pam cooked and prepared the meals, cleaned the house, and did the laundry. I helped a bit, and was tempted to do more, but I held back. We had sex, but the intensity wasn't the same as when she was my Mistress. We didn't talk much about my 'slave week', although she kidded me about it. We finally had a long talk one night, over dinner, at the Tribeca Grille.
"Scott, did I fulfill some of your fantasies last week?"
"You were incredible Pamela! In my wildest dreams, I never thought you would dominate me like that. You made me do things, I never imagined."
"Like what?" Pam said slyly.
"Like what...are you kidding? How about putting a butt plug up my ass? How about tasting my seaman, and dressing in panties for your best friend while I massaged her feet, and if that wasn't enough, you made me buy the New York Times!" we both laughed.
"I want our special weeks to be perfect. That's why I researched so much. I never want to go too far, and screw up our marriage."
"Let me ask you something Pam, and promise to answer truthfully."
Pam raised her right hand, as if she was a court witness.
"I will, my Scott."
"I noticed you were always so wet during our encounters. Was it a turn on for you being my Mistress?"
Pam turned a bit red, sipped her drink, and said,
"Totally... When we started, I was only doing it for you, but as we went on, I couldn't believe the rush I was getting! Looking at the web sites, I realized it is a common fantasy, and you truly enjoy it all. I then decided to enjoy it myself. What wife in the world would not love being treated like a queen? Once I got over the fact that the bitchier and more demanding I was, the more you loved it, I was wet all the time."
I leaned over the table and tongue kissed her deeply.
"It's hard to explain. The humiliation aspect of it is amazing. When you have me in that deep sub zone, I would do anything to please you. It's not so much as what I do; it's that you are making me do it. Do you get what I'm saying?"
Pam smiled, and nodded her head.
"I get you loud and clear Scotty, and trust me; next month is going to be awesome, or awesomer, if that's a word. I just want you to know, that if something is happening, and you are not ok with it, give me a secret sign or something, so I will stop."
I smiled as she looked so cute sitting there.
"I don't fore see that happening, but if it makes you feel better...the word is 'Lexus."
"Lexus it is, and if you are chicken enough to use it, I might start you on spankings."
"Lexus," I called out, as we both laughed.
We went home and had our clothes off before we hit the bedroom. She rode me like a wild stallion. I guess all that talk stoked our fires.
I wanted Pam's birthday to be special. There was this ad in a neighborhood news paper that interested me. It was a guy name Jason, who was a physical therapist who also gave 'exotic' massages. In the ad, he claimed he would travel for in home massages. I thought it would be hot for Pam to get a massage, on her birthday in Atlantic City in our hotel room. So I called Jason, and asked him about his services. He was a bit vague (as if he couldn't talk) so we decided to meet for a drink.
He lived in Brooklyn, and we met at a local bar down town. He was a nice looking guy about 28, with a surfer type look about him. After some small talk, I asked him about his ad.
"I am a masseuse, and I have my own table with oils, and music. My hands are trained to please the human body." He said assuring.
"That's great Jason, but where does 'exotic' come in?" I asked.
"I can finish a woman off with my hands, mouth or cock if that is what's desired."
He said it, as if he knew what I wanted to hear. He went on to say that he is married, and disease and drug free. He is a New York City fireman. He started about 6 months ago, and has had good experiences. His fee was $200 an hour.
I told him it was my wife Pam's birthday, and we were going to Atlantic City next weekend. I wanted him to give her a 'in room' massage. I also said,
"I don't know how Pam will react if you sexually touch her."
"It's all cool. If she protests in any way, I am gone. I think I understand what you're going for."
"What's that?' I asked
"I assume you will be present during her massage, correct?"
"Yes," I said
"So you want to get off watching me please her." He said it quite naturally.
"I guess you understand it all."
I then showed him a picture of Pam, and he said,
"Man, I would massage her for free. In fact, I would pay you to massage her!"
We both laughed, and spent some time talking with a couple of drinks. He was a down to earth guy, who I trusted completely. I made arrangements with him, and the stage was set.
Pam thought it best if I didn't cum for a week before our Atlantic City trip. She knew I would be more submissive that way. We both took off from work on Monday, and we would leave on Friday night. She was packed when I got home from work on Friday. She had two large suit cases and her make up bag ready to go. She kissed me when I walked through the door.
"Go and pick yourself out one of my worn panties from the hamper, put it on, and pack the car. You are mine for a whole week. Make sure to pack your butt plug, and my pocket rocket. Go now."
"Yes Mistress..." I began my second week as Pam's slave.
The ride to AC was traffic free. Pam sat in the front seat teasing me with her feet anytime we stopped. She wore tight black jeans, with a white low cut blouse. Her three inch open toe sandals were worshiped at every red light. Our windows are slightly tinted, so Pam made sure my window was down while I kissed her feet. More than a few witnessed our play, including two teenage girls, who were laughing and honking at us. My humiliation began.
Pam made sure she was sitting in the back of the car when we pulled up to the Borgata valet parking. She got out and walked straight to the entrance, while I gave our bags and car keys to the porter. They asked me if I was her chauffeur, and I said
"No, I am just her husband" as both attendants laughed.
I met her at the check in desk, and we were able to get a suite on the third floor.