CH 2
I know this whole thing seems too weird to be true. I met a woman that, at least in the area of looks, out classed me by a phenomenal margin. After a brief conversation she drags me in the bathroom at the party we were attending and after a stinging slap she makes me lie on the floor and beg her to piss in my mouth. All this, apparently, as an audition for a dual role in her life. She wanted to be married to a man who could and would support her middleclass lifestyle and also function as her sex slave. Her theory was that if she could find both wealth and kinkiness in the same man he would never leave. Do you call that a gold digger or a smart lady? I was at least was open about her intentions.
At that point I was thinking what you are probably thinking, I was about to get beat up and robbed. But here's the thing, and I know this is sounding repetitious, I had met women as beautiful as this woman, but I cannot say that I had ever seen one more so. She was in that "possibly most beautiful woman in the world" class. She was tall with long flowing blond hair that shined with radiant healthfulness. While the rest of her face could have been in competition for the most beautiful woman, her light gray eyes were a clear winner.
I was scared about what was coming next because I didn't know what to expect. It was as if she had pissed a magic potion in my mouth and now I was powerless to do anything but obey her. It occurred to me that I had had an erection almost continuously since we had met hours before. Keep in mind all this happened seven years ago, and I'm willing to guess I have been erect more of those seven years than not. I guess being Tina's sex-slave husband has suited me well.
That first night at her place, Tina appeared to be thoroughly enjoying my trance. I had just drunk her pee in its entirety for the second time, and had moved across the room to sit facing her on the couch she sat on, as instructed. She was still dressed in her delicious mini and white bikini panties. She pulled her feet up on the couch and splayed her legs wide. She smiled at me as she put a hand between her legs and stared rubbing herself over her panties. A wet spot was forming. While staring me in the eyes she said, "Can you imagine how good it smells down there?" I could.
"Yes, Master," I said. I wondered why saying that felt so natural. How had this woman known I would make a good slave? As if reading my mind she said, "I could tell by the way you looked at me. When I saw you staring at me at the party I knew you would do anything I asked, including marry me. Our mutual friend told me you are well off. That's why I targeted you, and because I knew I could make you a very happy slave."
I didn't know if I could go through with marrying her, but I knew I hadn't ruled it out. Tina unexpectedly asked, "Do you love me." I replied in the only way my instant obsession would let me; "Yes, Master."
"Why do you love me," She continued. I was running on instinct. "Because you know how to treat a sex slave," I said. She smiled and said, "Good answer, I think you're getting this. Are you sure you haven't been pre-trained?" "No master, I've only watched submissive men in porn. I am yours to train as you see fit." I didn't recognize my own words. Was I really that much of a natural slave?
"My master will be here tomorrow," Tina said, increasing the pace of her rubbing, indicating that just the idea of him coming over aroused her. "I can't wait for you to see the hold he has over me, how much I love being a dirty a whore for him. Pay close attention when he's here and I'll show you how to be an exemplary slave."
The wet spot was growing. Apparently she was one of those women who secretes a lot of sex juices when aroused. She was moaning. Her eyes were closed as her goal drew near. Her hips were fucking up at her hand as it rubbed vigorously. Then she exploded. Her entire body jerked convulsively. "Ahhhh Fuuuuuck Yesssss." By then the entire crotch of her panties was drenched. And yes, I could imagine how good it must have smelled down there, but I didn't have to. Instead I begged for what I needed.
"You've made yourself messy, Master, please can I clean you?"
"Are you sure," she asked, regaining her composure as best she could after that wild climax. "It's awfully dirty down there. It probably smells and tastes really slutty, well, as slutty as it can without being fucked."
"Yes, please Master, I need to clean you real bad."
"Instead, get your cock over here and finish making my cunt dirty. Put your dirty sperm in me and then I'll think about letting you clean me. Come get a treat."
I hurried to her and sat on the floor in front of her. "Take my panties off." I complied, pulling them over her ass when she lifted and slowly sliding them down her legs and off her feet. "Do you want to sniff my panties."
"Yes, please, may I."
"Go ahead, I think you might die if you don't."
