Thanks to Loki for help in editing.
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This is an E-mail to Jeff from me, Ashley, his married white slut.
Matt and I were talking the other night and he wanted me to send you this so you would know what was going on.
Matt said he was so happy with how I had been fulfilling his fantasies by letting other men fuck me. I know this turns him on because when we get together afterward, he is harder than normal and fucks me like the little slut I am for him. He then asked me what fantasies I had that we could work on.
I should have seen this coming, but I hadn't. I wanted to tell him long ago what I wanted, but I was afraid. Part of my fantasy has been done, but there is still more yet. I told him that making him happy was enough to please me, but he kept saying that everyone has them. I then lowered my head and whispered what it was.
"What did you say Ash?"
I looked up at him and stared into his eyes for a bit, then quietly said "I want to be dominated by a male and made to do whatever he wants, no matter where, or how embarrassing, it might be for me. I want to be humiliated. I'm not into pain though as far as I know."
"But I want to be submissive to Jeff before I can be submissive to you" I go on. "I know it sounds strange, but I feel that I have to allow someone else to take me there first before I can allow you to do this. It has to do with the fact that you are my husband and I just don't feel that I would be able to do that for you first. Does this make any sense to you?"
"Yes, in some ways. You feel that you are my wife and a wife wouldn't be a slutty whore. I think that Jeff would be an excellent person to control you first. This will give us all something to look forward to when he gets back."
We talked more about this and we discovered that we could do some practice things until you get back. So when you get back, I want to spend some time with you before you take me control of my actions. Perhaps the first weekend we will have entirely together would be good. Matt knows I will be yours when you get back for period of time.
Matt has proofed this and says this should give you some time to start planning what to do with your married white bitch. Hope to see you soon.
Your white married toy
After sending this to Jeff, Matt and I talked some more. Matt suggested that we should spend some time together where he will make all the decisions for me. If we go out to eat he will order for me, and I will enjoy what he has ordered. If we go to a movie he will select which movie we will see. He will also tell me how to dress. I thought this would be a good practice for both of us. We decide that this Friday night will be good.
Friday comes and we are both finally home and getting ready to go out.
"What am I to wear tonight?" I ask as I get ready to shower.
"I'll have it ready for you when you get out." he says.
I come back into our bedroom a while later and find a black skirt that comes to a bit above mid-thigh, a thong, a white shelf bra and a white blouse that buttons up the front and is a bit small. Matt has also set out some dangling earrings that I hate and a necklace that comes down to my cleavage. I get dressed and go downstairs to find Matt.
"I'd ask how I look, but you must like this to have selected everything. I'm ready when you are."
"But first, undo the top three buttons on the blouse," Matt tells me. I look at him briefly, knowing that if I unbutton that many, my tits will be easily seen from the side and if I bend over much. I reach up and unbutton them for him. "Much better slut. Now you are ready, for the moment. The night is just beginning."
As I start to get in the car, Matt stops me. "Tonight, you will put one leg in the car while the other leg is still on the ground, then you will put the other leg in the car. You will reverse this when getting out. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"OK, now do it right."
I sit in the seat, bring my left leg in while my right foot is still on the floor. When I have my left foot situated, I bring in my right leg. "Like that?"
"Yes. The valet people will enjoy the show."
We head out to a restaurant and an evening out. I am wondering where we are going for dinner, but Matt won't say. We soon pull up to an upscale seafood restaurant that we've never been to. Matt parks the car and helps me out.
"Good job of remembering how to exit the car. You did it perfectly."