Thank you to my readers. This is the second chapter in a new series. I thought it would be fun to open this up and welcome suggestions for Sam and Danielle's next adventures. Please feel free to email scenarios you'd like to see as they take their mutual submission to next (unlimited) levels.
I also welcome your positive constructive feedback. Fair warning, please do not read or leave negative feedback if you do not enjoy stories involving mutually consenting open marriages or submission. The nature of most of the stories on this website are fantasy for entertainment. They are enjoyed most with suspension of disbelief. Enjoy!
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Danielle and I drove home from our unusually eventful Friday evening dinner date at the elegant French restaurant. Our marriage would never be the same. We made a pact of complete surrender and submission in our sex life, recommencing our old sex games. The only difference is there would now be no limits. We were both turned on by the unexpected covenant and its possibilities.
I foolishly made a high stakes bet with my seductress wife after the pact. The crazy wager was on who could seduce one of the wait staff first. Who does that? We not only did, but also gambled on it. Whoever won would own the other for the weekend. We agreed that the loser would submit as their sex slave until Monday morning. There would be no limits on what would be asked and required. Danielle's engrained competitive resolve made her indomitable to win. She now owns me for the weekend.
The sexual energy between us was higher than either of us had felt for years. It reminded us of our college days, but now on steroids. The anticipation for the new turn of events and what it now meant for this weekend made us both insanely aroused. I had no doubt Danielle would take full advantage of this to make it a weekend we would never forget.
"Lock the door and take your clothes off," she commanded as soon as we walked into the door of our house. "You won't be needing them again." She smiled deviously. "This would also be a good time to text Carl and let him know you won't be joining the guys for your monthly poker game tomorrow night," she ordered. "You can let him know you are unexpectedly detained."
I dutifully removed my clothes at the door and put them on a chair near the entry of our house. My dick was still hard, desperate for relief and in anticipation for the weekend. I then obliged with the unprecedented text to Carl that I would be missing our monthly epic guys night. Without clothes or plans, I belonged to Danielle for the weekend.
"Now its my turn to get more comfortable for what I have planned. Take my dress off," she ordered.
I reached down and slowly pulled the tiny cocktail dress over her head. As I saw during dinner, she was not wearing a bra; and as she said in the restaurant, she was also not wearing panties. Her gorgeous statuesque body was as naked as mine except for her tall red high heels. She stood before me like a vision with her firm 36D tits pushing her inch-long thick dark nipples upward. Her heels elevated her tiny ass, accentuating her long perfect legs.
"Now the fun begins," she said. "I won the bet and you now belong to me. My own hunky sex slave for the weekend," she announced with firmness as she ran her index finger down the lines of my muscular chest. "Starting right now, there are no limits to your complete submission until Monday morning. Am I correct?"
"No limits," I acknowledged. The words made me feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
"Good. Then starting now there are two rules you will follow without exception."
"What are they?" I asked.
"Number one, your purpose this weekend is to pleasure me at my beck and call," she said with a resolute tone and sultry smile, reaching her long fingers to take hold of my rock hard dick. She slowly methodically stroked my desperate member as she talked. "You're going to take me again and again, every time and way I ask."
"It will be my pleasure," I answered.
"Which means, you will do whatever it takes to make sure your dick is always hard and ready for me. I will not wait. If I do, there will be consequences."
"What do you mean? Like always hard, for the entire weekend?" I asked.
"That's exactly what I mean," she said. "If I catch your dick soft at any time this weekend, it will cost you dearly," she said with a smirk. "And number two," she continued before I had a chance to respond. "You will not cum all weekend until and unless I expressly allow it. No matter what happens or what I make you do or how many times I cum, not one drop from you."
"Oh gawd. Please Danielle. That's torture."
"Yes it will be," she mused devilishly. "Especially with what I have in mind for you." She ran her index finger seductively up my abdomen. "I am going to tease you all weekend to the absolute limits of what a stud like you can possibly resist. It will be virtually impossible, but that's the point. Because the penalty for breaking my rule will be to have our little arrangement this weekend be extended to an entire month. Imagine. You being my sex slave for an entire month," she said, savoring the thought. "Of course the same two rules would continue to apply."
"Wait, that's not fair," I began to protest at the unilateral change of agreement.
"Have we not already established you are my sex slave for the weekend Sam?" she interrupted.
"We have," I answered, "but..."
"And you've agreed to complete submission," she continued. "No limits?"
"Yes, but..."
"Then, I'm not asking your permission," she said with a glint in her eye. "This is not a proposal. You will do whatever you must to keep your dick hard and ready for me at all times; you will not allow one drop of your liquid gold to escape until I tell you. If you fail, there will be consequences," she declared with pride.
"You are wicked," I said playfully.
"You have no idea," she said. "I'm just getting started."
"My dick is already aching for relief."
"Not like it's going to," she said before lowering herself to her knees in front of me. With my manhood still in her hand, she began to rub it against her soft ample perfect tits.
"Oh gawd," I said, helpless to her torture. "Please, Danielle," I begged.