When we left Christine in Chapter 2, her husband Stanley had snatched her away from the Bakersfield honky-tonk and the cruel sheriff Cain. As they escaped, however, he made it plain that her experience as a slave slut in training was not over. Now, however, her husband would be her master. Christine had no choice but to submit since only he possessed the incriminating evidence that would prevent the Sheriff from kidnapping her back to Bakersfield. Stanley and Christine slept away the morning, and on into the afternoon, recovering from their ordeal at Bakersfield. As we pick up our story it is early evening and Christine is kneeling before her nude husband. She too is naked but for a wide black slave collar. She holds her hands behind her back as if tied, and her chin is dropped to her chest with her eyes on her master's feet as befits a female slave. Stanley is speaking to his servile wife:
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HOME SWEET HOME
"From now on my dear Christine, you will have rules to follow. When at home, unless we have guests, you will be nude and wearing this collar. On more public occasions, you will wear a skirt and tight blouse, jersey or T-shirt, or you may wear sun dresses, or simple shifts that leave your shoulders and arms bare. In any case, the hem of your dress or skirt will never be longer that two and a half inches above the top of your knee, and you will never wear either panties or bra. Panty hose are likewise forbidden. With hose you will wear a garter belt."
Stanley was enjoying his pretty wife's show of submission. Despair was written across her face as she pictured herself dressed as a common street walker soliciting trade. Even as harsh and humiliating as his orders were, however, her new Master knew that being exposed as a slut excited her. He too found the the idea of publicly shaming his wife to be stimulating. His already substantial cock grew hard as he enjoyed her discomfort. She would obey him, of that he had no doubt. More than anything else, his sweet wife and her hungry pussy lusted for the firm hand and hard cock of a commanding male.
How could he have not seen that until now? He thought himself the fool for missing her weakness for so long, but now things would be different. He had no prior experience as a dominant male, but he was quite sure he could fill sexual void in the life of his submissive wife..., and enjoy himself immensely in the process. Already he had learned to give his voice a hard tone as he laid down the law to the the lovely slave girl who groveled at his feet.
"Each morning you will suck me off while I have my coffee. Every day upon returning home from work you will strip and kneel at my feet as you are now to await my orders. When we are alone, you will keep a plastic cock in your pussy unless I order otherwise. You will use the dildo to keep your pussy wet and ready to service my cock on a moments notice. You will keep your pussy shaved, and if my tongue finds stubble there you will be spanked.
He reached down and gripping her hair he yanked her head back forcing her eyes to look into his own. "Above all, you will remember that it is my pleasure and not your own that is important. You may not cum without my permission. Except to stay wet, may not masturbate without my direction. You will not ask to be pleasured except when I direct you to beg for my cock."
"Do you understand these rules Christine?" he asked. "Break them and depending on the seriousness of your offense you will be either spanked or hung by your arms from the ceiling and whipped."
"Yes Stanley..., er ah, Master..., Sir," came Christine's stammering reply. Yes Sir, I understand, and I will obey, but what about when I am at work? I can't dress that way there. I will look like a slut...."
Stanley interrupted angrily, "But you are a slut, Christine, that is just the point, and anyway, you will look anyway I tell you."
"But my boss..." Christine began trying to protest.
"Read my lips bitch," her husband again interrupted. He was snarling and angry as he told her, "I especially want your boss to have a good look at you. You will show him your tits and pussy at every opportunity. Unbutton to top of your blouse, let your skirt ride up on your thighs and spread for him. You've always had the hots for him. Let's see if his prick gets hard when you throw your pussy in his face and let him smell it."
It was true, she did have the hots for her boss. Always had. Rick Green was a very handsome man between 35 and 40 years old with a nice build. Rick had sexy thoughts about her too, of that she was certain. He often 'trolled the bait' in front of her, talking sex, and bragging to her about his skill in the bedroom. Teasing her, he would describe in detail the many ways he fucked his wife Genieve (who he always called Gen for short).
Christine had good reason to suspect his claims of sexual poweress may well have been true. At the least, she could confirm that David really did have the nice long cock he boasted of because as the tales of making love to his wife became more lurid and personal, the bulge at Rick's crotch would grow to an impressive size. Nor was he the only one aroused by his sensual description of the tall and attractive Gen hung up on her husband's big cock. As her boss clearly intended, Christine's pussy would become moist as she imagined Gen on her back with her long sexy legs wrapped around Rick's waist. The picture in Christine's mind was always very clear. She could even see the muscles in Gen's legs go taut as she strained to pull his cock ever deeper into her cunt.
Christine had never told Stanley of how she had secretly lusted after Rick. Now she wondered, however. Was her husband telling her that he wanted Rick to fuck her. She was willing to do that certainly. She might even be willing to go farther. Christine had been having fantasies lately about having a lesbian encounter with another woman, and that woman had almost always been Gen.
A lesbian experience was not altogether fantasy to Christine. For their first summer vacation together, Christine and Stanley had taken a Caribbean cruise. On the ship they had become friends with a couple a few years older then themselves, Julia and her husband Jim. Julia was a striking Eurasian girl who had inherited the pronounced oriental features of her Chinese father. One evening after too many drinks at the bar the two wives had slipped away by themselves to an isolated spot on the sun deck where Julia had seduced Christine and introduced her to girl to girl sex.
Christine had vivid and fond memories of Julia's tongue in her cunt, and how sweet another woman's pussy juice had tasted in her own mouth. The delicious orgasms they shared that night were much too dear to give up, and the two women continued their lesbian affair at every opportunity throughout the remaining week of the cruise.
Christine's mouth watered and her pussy became equally wet at the possibility that she might wind up in bed nor only with her boss, but perhaps with his lovely wife as well. Outrageous as it seemed, she could picture herself frolicking nude on the floor with both Rick and his wife. Before her Gen lay on her back, her legs spread, her cunt swollen and open, begging Christine to eat her. Christine thought she could actually taste Gen's sex juice as she frantasized about sucking that lovely shaved slit, even as from behind Rick slid his big cock into her own pussy.
This fantasy vision was as clear as any scene from the TV. Gen was cumming in her mouth even as Rick was filling her womb with his cum. It was a picture so erotic that Christine's concentration wandered. She was hardly listening anymore to the voice of her husband droning on and on in the real world. It is not easy to remain a demure slave girl attentive to her master with such thoughts running thru her imagination.
A return to reality came quickly, however, as the phone rang. The call was from Julia, Christine's cruise ship friend and lover. Julia said that she was divorcing Jim and he had threatened to kill her. She needed a safe place to hide while her lawyer fought her divorce case.
