This is just a fun fictional story from the mind of the author. All characters are over 18. Enjoy.
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As my boyfriend, who is also my "master", and I leave the restaurant where we just finished a delicious seafood dinner, he does the unexpected and slaps my ass hard as he opens the passenger side door of his car.
"Master, why...?"
He quickly interjects "Because you were speaking with the server while I was in the men's room. I told you, when we go out to eat, you will only speak with a male server when your asked what you want to eat and drink."
"He was just asking if we were interested in desert, master." I said softly.
"So you say. I still have to punish my loving slave for his big mistake. When we get home, I want that smooth, supple ass of yours in the guest bedroom."
Please don't think he is jealous of me speaking with other men. Since our relationship is unconventional, he wants our daily lives to be the same way. Every so often his being my master and me being his slave comes into play- role playing that is. It adds an erotic intrigue to our relationship. We both look forward to it.
Anyways, back at out condo, I walk into the guest bedroom and strip. Kneeling, I await his command.
"Slave! Come out here. Stand before your master. Bow. Turn around, legs apart and bend over."
Sensually, I walk out and due as he wishes.
"Such a nice ass."
He slaps it hard with his right hand.
"I am going to slap your ass hard but not too hard. I don't want my lovely slave bruised."
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"There. I think my slave has learned his lesson. Have you? You may speak."
"Yes, my loving master."
"Good. Now, let's get some rest. I have a surprise for my slave but he will have to wait until tomorrow night."
As I slept, I honestly could not imagine what type of "surprise" he has for me. It's not our anniversary or my birthday. Than what?
It was Saturday so we slept in. When I woke up, 10:30am, master was not laying beside me. Getting out of bed, the purple silk thong I wore, felt great against my hard cock.
Walking slowly into the kitchen, I saw a note on the refrigerator door. It read:
My loving BF/ Slave,
I will be back at 9 tonight. The surprise I promised you will be with me. When I get back, make sure your new silver collar is around your pretty neck. You will wear your red g-string. Make sure your clean shaven and that your body is smooth to the touch.
With love, your BF/ Master.
It was 6pm when I took a shower. I lathered up my hair with a nicely scented shampoo. Then massaged myself head to toe with a body soap master likes me to use. Slowly, I put on my red g-string. As I stood staring at my beautiful body, I put on the silver collar. When I heard the clasp *click*, my submissive side took over; I was a sex slave to a loving master who is my boyfriend and I fucking love it.
I sat on the two large cushions that are in front of master's recliner and waited for him.
The door opened and I heard master as well as another man.
"You are going to enjoy having my slave at your disposal. He can suck a dick with barely any gag reflex. And take one hard into his fuck hole." He said.
Then the strange man spoke. "After the stories you've told me, I can't wait to see that."