Just a reminder... To fully understand what has been going on, it would be best to read the first 4 chapters. Otherwise you risk misunderstanding the WHY of what is happening.
The series has 8 chapters in total.
LS
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Time passed. I realised my breathing, and hers, had returned to something close to manageable. I'm still not sure how long it was. It was then I realised that Christina was crying and sobbing under me and I pulled my deadweight body off her back. Easing out my condom clad cock as I did so. Phew, at least it was still attached and hadn't burst on me.
"Are you ok?" I asked, genuinely concerned. Damn, what had I done now? I wondered.
Finally, the sobs decreased and her voice responded.
"Yes, Master. I'm better than ok. I feel great. So good. It was so good. You made me... have pleasure... so many times. You understand me." She continued with some deep breathing, obviously still recovering.
"What will I tell my husband when he returns?" She let loose a few more sobs. "I love him and... he doesn't deserve having a slut wife. Her sobbing was resulting in gulped words.
I felt like yelling out, "I do! I do!" but thought I'd better hold those thoughts.
"I see it now," she continued. "You are right... I am a slut. My parents were correct; I'm evil. A true slut." Her sobbing continued.
Mmm. Not what I was wanting from her; this big guilt trip. I'd have to be very careful here, I thought. This could blow up in my face.
"Slut, you sound as if being a slut is a bad thing. I assure you, it is not." I searched my mind for something to explain to her that she was actually quite normal. Of course, she would have to believe it or the explanation would all be for nought.
"Slut, do you trust me?"
"Trust you? You kidnapped and raped me... and you're asking me if I trust you?"
"Well... perhaps that is true," I had to grudgingly admit, "But let's not get too technical here... I haven't lied to you have I?"
"I don't think so, Master," she replied. Perhaps I might rescue this after all, I thought, if she is back to calling me Master.
"Well, I'm not lying to you now either." I paused to gather my thoughts.
"Yes, you are a slut... and yes, it is a GOOD thing. Let me tell you about what is often joked about by men and women." I cleared my throat carefully. "It is often said that what a man wants in a perfect woman is: a Madonna in public, a chef in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom."
"In reality," I continued, "most men don't want their woman to have sex for money with strangers, which is a "real whore." They just want her to let her slutty side out within their own relationship. Most women can learn to be a slut. Quite easily. You have just proved it."
"Don't you do all these things for your husband?" I got in a gentle dig.
"No, sir. I don't," she gave a stuttered reply. "I've always been a good girl and... good girls don't do those things. Anyway," she added, "he loves me as I am and wouldn't want me to do those things."
I just about choked when I heard this. I had practically begged her to suck my cock from even before we got married but she had always refused, telling me it was a dirty, filthy act. That was also her reasoning for why she wouldn't let me do oral sex on her: dirty!
I had to change her views immediately, I decided.
"Nonsense, slut. Most wives give their husbands oral sex whenever they ask for it. In fact, if all wives did that there would be fewer husbands that would stray from their marriages simply because the wife they love won't give them what they want."
"If you want to make your marriage stronger, when your husband gets back, tell him you have been reading all about oral sex in... Cosmo magazine, or something. Ask him if he could help show you what to do because you want to try it. See what he says."
"Oh, I couldn't. I just couldn't," Christina stated.
"Yes. You can, slut. And you will," I informed her sternly. "Does your husband ever fuck you like we just did? Does your sexy, slutty body get all wet and hot, waiting for his royal cock to fuck his own, personal slut?"
"No, of course not. He treats me like a lady and always has."
"But you enjoyed being fucked like a slut, didn't you? C'mon, admit it. You enjoyed it. Your body loved it. Now, I think... you need it." I waited as I let my questions sink in before continuing.
"Am I right, slut?" I repeated, wanting her answer. "You will want more of this: more fucking and more orgasms?"
"I've never felt... experienced anything... like what... you've made me feel. It's wrong. I know it's wrong. But yes, I enjoyed it, Master."
There we go with the Master shit again, I noted. Have I created a monster, I chuckled to myself. Somehow I've got to direct her back to her husband. To ME!
"Well, if you want to be fucked like the slut we both know you are... you are going to have to allow him greater access to that slutty body of yours. Understand?"
She was quiet for a while before answering. "Yes, sir. I will. But... I just... I love him and don't want him to think of me as a slut, Master." She attempted to explain.
"Don't hide it from him, slut. He's a male and all males would love to have their own personal slut, in private. I guarantee it. He would love it," No harm in pushing my own barrow, I thought.
"No more discussion," I suddenly announced. "I'm going to show you why you are a slut."
I got up from the bed, now a man on a mission. I deftly unclipped her wrists, rolled her over on to her back and quickly reattached her wrists to the hooks on the headboard. Before she even had a chance to think about lifting up her sleeping mask or taking off her balaclava.
Toy time, I gleefully decided.
I once again placed a large pillow under her derrière, raising it higher off the bedsheets. Like a sacrificial offering. This time I left her ankles unsecured. She will enjoy being able to move them around, I decided.
"What are you going to do to me, Master?" came the request from the bound one. This time though, I recognised a mix of curiosity, spiced with a little fear; plus a large dollop of excitement. She didn't know what was going to take place but already associated the result with eventual great pleasure. Now she was actually wanting this, I joyfully acknowledged.
Almost unconsciously, Christina began wriggling her butt side-to-side, trying to rub her thighs together at their base. She failed but didn't stop trying. The gap at the top wouldn't allow to her to succeed.
"Patience, my greedy little slut," I answered. "You must learn patience as all good sluts do."
Without further words, I used my arm and shoulder to hold up her legs, exposing her already wet cunt and ass hole. I gripped the butt plug that had been inserted in her much earlier... surprised that she hadn't complained or requested it be removed earlier... and pulled on it steadily until her anal ring released its hold, letting it slide completely out. Christina allowed moans to sound out the exit sensation. So far, so good.
I touched its replacement, a KY coated vibrator, to her asshole. It was a smaller, slimmer, 4 inch variety that was currently turned off and it slid it in without too much difficulty.
Next I placed something she would remember, the remote controlled vibrating balls, to her wet cunt. They really were big, I had to acknowledge. With a little push they both slipped home inside.
While this was happening, Christina had remained silent, except for a sharp intake of breath when I introduced her ass to the vibrator.
I moved up to her gorgeous breasts, topped by those works of art, her sexy nipples. Well, I thought so.
A pinch and a twist was all it took to have them as hard as I'd ever seen them before. I couldn't stop myself leaning over and sucking each one in turn into my mouth, sucking them and nipping them with my teeth. The moans began almost instantly.
"Oh yes, bite them Master. Bite your sluts' tits. It hurts... it hurts sooo nice."
I stopped, reached back down and picked up the pegs again. Just two this time. It only took a moment to re-attach each to a nipple and her moaning intensified.
"I'll be back shortly, slut. Don't go away now," I teased.
Just before I left her, I reached down and turned the vibrator in her ass on to a low setting. Then followed by a click on the remote to activate the vibrating balls in her cunt, also on a low setting.
"Oh... Master. Don't leave me like this," she moaned. "I won't be able to take it. It's too much, too much..." she continued moaning and writhing on the bed with her lower body.
"Learn to love it, slut. Learn to love it," I repeated, "as your reward for being a good slut. Ride that wave of pleasure," I said.
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I left her slowly writhing on the bed as I left the bedroom and checked things downstairs. I sat at the kitchen table while I thought through what I would do with my remaining time here. For a start, I decided that I needed to cut short my visit. I'll give her a last session of mainly pleasure and only a little stimulating pain.
