John's story:
Where do I begin? How do I document my fall from a loving husband and father to a pimp for my wife and children? When did I go from loving my wife only, to being a sex slave to any man or woman who wanted to use me? How did it all end this way- me hiding from my family and from everyone else, worried they will kill me on sight? When and where did it all go wrong?
Anyway, let's start at the beginning, where all good stories must start. My name is John Smith (all names have been changed and all localities left unnamed to protect me) and I was until some time ago a successful executive in a multinational company. I had married my high school sweetheart Allison, sweet, innocent Allison and the children came soon after: Vanessa, Courtney and Michael, all one year apart. How would I describe Allison- beautiful, gorgeous, caring, funny, and of course the physical- 36-24-36 with breasts 36CC and an arse just made to squeeze. She was a devil in bed but very restrained and prim and proper in public- no kissing, or hanky-panky in public. This is why what happened later so difficult to understand.
Work was good, money was never a problem till the kids hit their teens. Then they wanted more and more and I worked harder and harder for longer hours and had a lot of travel. I got further away from Allison and the sex sort of died away. She was still stunningly beautiful and I was interested but work never allowed me the time or energy to do it. I wondered if she was having affairs but nothing was out of the ordinary and I did not care anyway.
Then came the lay off. The company collapsed, I was out of a job, the kids would not cut back on their expenses and life became desperate. Worse still, no one seemed to want to hire me- apparently the company I had worked for was involved in some underhand activities and the stigma got to me.
Finally things got bad, real bad. No more money, kids still screaming, no jobs. Allison insisted she would go get a job, any job. I asked her what job. She had no skills other than looking after the kids but she said she would do something. The remark I still remember was " I will use my feminine viles" with a wink.
And voila, all of a sudden she says she has a job- for both of us!!!! All we had to do was to attend an interview cum orientation weekend, after which I would meet the boss and get to work. The job involved a lot of discretion (something illegal, I presumed) and a lot of travelling. Well, the kids were old enough to manage on their own so we went off for a weekend. Before we went, we made love for the last memorable time- Oh How I remember undressing her, fondling her, sucking her tits, licking her clit and finally fucking her.
On Friday, we got to the address we were given. We were split up and I got sent to this strange room. I was given a drink which sort of made me dopey. What happened after that got increasingly blurry and I can't remember too much. I just remember being seated in some funny contraption that hung from the ceiling so I was never touching the floor. I believe I was like that all the weekend but I might have gotten down to go to the loo. Flashes of memories of that weekend come back now and then but it was mainly drinking some weird concoction and a repetitious voice telling me things. There was a screen and images kept flashing there.
Monday, we finished and I was taken to the boss. His name was Jim Morris- a very big tall, handsome black man as close to a God as I could imagine. For some strange reason, I felt the urge to go down on my knees and kiss his hand and call him master. He told me to take off all my clothes and stand in the corner, and for some reason I did it because keeping him happy was the most important thing in my life.
Then they brought Allison in. She looked lost, stunned and for the first time in her life unsure of herself. She knelt down, kissed Jim's hand and said, " Master, I am your slave, do what you want with me. I give myself to you completely."
Jim called me out of the shadows and told me, " John, take off Allison's clothes, slowly." Something in my head said, " No way", but I could not help myself. I approached her and started unclasping the dress. It was one of those pretty numbers that are formal but still sexy, you know lace in the right places. Off it went and then I unzipped her skirt, all the time with some encouraging noises and movements of her body. She kept saying, " Oh yeah, baby, take it all off so I can serve Master Jim. Please baby, get me ready for him"
