It has been quite a while since I last told my story. I left writing for Literotica because of the emails I received. Many men wanted me to meet their wives, hoping it would lead to a threesome and a few women wanted to explore their curious side. But, it was the hateful, violent emails that made me go away. Since then, there have been occasional inquiries asking what is new in my life and adventures so for them, I'll update on all that is happening... There are several stories about my introduction to enjoying women and the past women in my life. If you want to see how Shari and I developed to this relationship, you can read those stories. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed living it.
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When I last told stories of my life, Shari and I were about to leave on vacation. It was a vacation thought that led has never changed. When we talked about going on that vacation together, Shari was reluctant to let me pay for everything on the vacation even though she knew I had been taking care of her at home for our entire relationship. In her mind, letting me pay to a vacation was something additional, something that she should contribute toward enjoying. So, when she said she didn't have the money for the vacation, my first thought was to give her a way to earn her vacation money. My second thought, which I had quickly expressed, was to tell her that I was taking her on the vacation, not as my partner (which she clearly had been for quite some time), but as my vacation slave. Not only would I get to enjoy her in any way that I could imagine, but she would also service me in any way that I could imagine.
When I offered her the opportunity to be my vacation slave, she looked at me with a puzzled expression. Then she spoke, "I'm your partner, but for this vacation, you want me to be your slave?" I nodded my head, confirming the answer. "What does that mean?" she continued.
I looked her in the eyes, "You'll do whatever I tell you to do...You'll please me in any way that I tell you to please me...You will obey me once we arrive at our vacation...Do you agree to that?" Now it was Shari's turn to nod her head in agreement. I leaned forward and took her into my arms, kissing her deeply. That short conversation had turned us both on as we imagined what the vacation would be like.
I took Shari by the hand and led her to our bedroom. As we stood by our bed, our kisses intensified. I pulled her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra. I pulled off my shirt and dropped by bra to the floor. As we hugged again, our bare chests pressed against each other. Our passion continued as we both removed our shorts. My hand quickly slipped into her panties and I began to rub her aroused pussy. As our kisses continued her hand entered my panties. I pushed her onto the bed and hooked my fingers over the waistband of her panties, pulling them down to expose her lusciousness to me. As I stood over her, I pulled off my panties and climbed on top of her. I positioned my pussy directly over hers, interlocking our legs and began to scissor her. My pussy rubbed against her with unbridled passion. I pressed against her, our combined moans filling the air. My clit was furiously pressing into her giving us both an intense massage. Shari bounced off the bed as the gyrations of her hips met mine, giving each other pussy-to-pussy massages. I felt her passion growing as my body was filled with orgasmic delight, the sensations radiating from my pussy to fill my body. Sometime in the midst of my repeated orgasms, Shari joined me in body filling pleasure as the waves of her climax filled her body.
After that encounter, all discussions of the pending vacation focused solely on the logistics of the trip. Airline reservations, rental car, packing as if all would be a normal time together. What Shari didn't know, but I'm sure she suspected, was that I was making other preparations for our time together. Planning, purchasing and preparing were all completed without Shari's input.
At last, we reached the time for our vacation. As the Uber took us to the airport, Shari was filled with nervous anticipation of what would happen. How would she be treated as my slave. As we sat in the back seat of the hired car, Shari leaned to me and asked what she should do, when would the new relationship begin. I assured her that she would be told everything at the right time. Her time as my slave would begin when we landed in Florida and that I would give her instructions at that time. Her eyes lite up with thoughts of what I would require. She was nervous but also intrigued as to what would happen once we landed.
We arrived at the airport, checked our luggage, clearing the check-in process with its normal long lines and frustration. Our flight was on time and we boarded with the other passengers, nothing seeming different from our normal life. Landing in Atlanta, we easily transferred to the second plane for the final leg of our journey to the Florida condo. Shari commented that she recalled the dread of her first trip when I rescued her from the mess she had encountered when trying to go as a "working girl" to pay off her debts. She thanked me yet again for all that I had done for her. We boarded our plane for the short trip to our final destination. As we were in the air, I handed Shari a sheet for her to read. She looked at the heading, "Shari's Vacation Instructions".
It read: "You are now my slave and will do whatever I tell you to do without question. If you do not want to continue this plan now or at any time while we are in Florida, you should use the word "serious" in asking me to stop. We will then decide how to continue. Whenever you address me (unless someone can hear us), you will address me as Mistress. I will tell you what to wear and what to do. You will pleasure me upon my request. A good and obedient slave will be rewarded with receiving pleasure. A disobedient slave will be punished. Do you understand and agree?"
Shari leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Yes Mistress, I am your slave and will do whatever you tell."
