The electric blue SUV hybrid pulled to a stop in the driveway of an attractive house on a gorgeous piece of wooded land. An Appalachian Mountain bursting with glorious autumn foliage served as a backdrop. Rose turned from the view of the home to Benjamin Shibe. Her Doug did well but Ben was on an entirely different plain!
"At least my captivity will be gilded," she said softly.
"I knew you were a smart cookie."
He kissed her.
"After we get settled, I'll give you the five-cent tour."
He toted his bag and her carry-on.
"Forgive me for not carrying you over the threshold."
"No offense taken."
They entered the foyer.
"Nice!"
"The rest is nice too, Rose."
She glanced around for a moment.
"To the right is a powder room. While you answer nature's call, I'll phone my dad to explain the situation and ask him and Mom to watch the kids for a few more days."
"Got ya!"
Rose entered the indicated door and found a charming half-bathroom bursting with feminine touches. It wasn't her style, but it was nice. A stack of architectural design magazines interspersed with those dedicated to Bass fishing, sat in a basket by the commode. All of them appeared to be equally thumbed. She relieved herself and thought of her kids. Doug had to be home by now. Were they sobbing? Were their little hearts breaking? Her active imagination made the situation much worse. Here she was, in a strange bathroom, in a strange house of a man who was still largely a stranger. She knew she would be sharing his bed tonight and every other night, she could envision. She missed Doug! He was a colossal putz at times, but she never doubted his love. What did Ben offer? Certainly not love. She closed her eyes, stood up, and hoped for the best.
Ben was just finishing his phone call when Rose exited.
"You fall in?"
"Meditating."
"You are forgiven this time."
"Ben? What do you want?"
"What do you mean?"
"You said you didn't want a wife or a nanny with benefits. So, am I to be clad in harem pants like Barbara Eden and be your genii? Am I to be clad in ermine and walled off from the world like some captured princess in a seraglio?"
"I guess now is as good as any time to talk. How do you take your coffee again?"
"Heavy on the milk, light on sugar."
He led Rose to the large and immaculate kitchen. The expensive coffee maker sprang to life.
A long span of silence followed while both sipped their coffee and turned contemplative.
"Rose, I want a sexy female slave. One who will give me anything I want in bed and is up for anything between the sheets. I want her to wear what I like and give me what I like. I want a fuck buddy with kinks. In exchange, you will live in luxury and hopefully be fulfilled. I want the entire Master experience: slave conventions and slave exchanges. There are nights when I will give you away. Ideally, you will enjoy that experience and find it enticing and satisfying. I know you know that men desire you. Your new status allows you to reciprocate that flattery and desire with your own. You no longer have the expectations or morals that come from being a wife. The PTA won't look askance at you. All you need to focus on is giving and receiving sexual fulfillment. I employ a highly skilled cleaning lady. My kids will need a clear head and a calm attitude. I need a woman I can trust, a woman I can admire, perhaps one day even love after a fashion. I want that woman to be you."
Rose took a deep draught of Joe.
"That's a tall order, Ben. In many ways, I'm just a largely vanilla wife, mother, and PTA volunteer."
"Not anymore!"
She stared at him and blinked.
"But" he continued, "I am willing to take time to get there."
'Thank you!" she returned before tearing up.
"Why are you crying?"
"All of this is hitting at once. I never really even said goodbye to my husband."
"Yeah, I'm not unsympathetic there. It's against the law to maintain contact with an enslaved spouse, but maybe I can find a way for you to send Christmas letters to your kids along with the occasional photo."
"You'd do that for me?"
"Yes, IF you are willing to become the slave that I want you to be."
She daubed her eye with a napkin. "I'll try my best, Ben."
"To quote Yoda, "There is no try."
"Understood."
Both sat in contemplation.
"So, how about that tour I promised you?"
It was a lovely modern house with every amenity. Pictures of his handsome kids lined the walls as did pieces of art by a skilled hand which Rose was unfamiliar with. She looked in vain for a photo of Ben's late wife. Did he have a type? Was she his ex-wife made over, to be trained as a kink and fetish ideal?
Only when they reached the bedroom did Rose Laughlin encounter Margorie Shibe. She was standing in front of Ben, his arms about her. Aside from hair color, there was no resemblance. Ben's wife was at least a foot shorter than her husband; her hair was naturally curly and worn shorter than Rose's. Margorie's eyes were green, and she was relatively flat-chested. Ben was definitely seeking the other rather than a replacement. Was that good or bad? Rose had no idea.
"That's Margorie. She did all the paintings on the walls. She sold at a steady clip before she got sick. Nothing terribly expensive. She was building a reputation before..."
Ben fell silent. Rose hugged him.
"I turned her studio into a weight room."
"OK."
"Enough of this emotional shit. Slave, get naked!"
Rose wasn't in the mood. That didn't matter. She stripped off slowly, dispensing with the Wal-Mart clothes. Ben was still figuring out the intricacies of the controller, but he had already learned much. Rose felt herself moisten, her heart rate accelerated, and her pupils dilated. Unexpected desire began to course through her body.
"Undress me, slow and sexy," he ordered.
Even without the collar, Rose found his muscular chest, shoulders, and arms alluring. Ben filled many of Rose's boxes. He was taller and broader than Doug, he was rich, good-looking, a caring father, somewhat sensitive, and exuded maturity and manliness. Stripping him down would have been a delight no matter the circumstances.
He was naked, erect, ready.
"On your knees."
Rose placed her castoff blouse under her knees. She looked up at him. His cock stood out like the prow of a warship. It was an attractive cock. Rose knew full well that whatever happiness her future portended relied upon her making that cock and its owner exceedingly happy. She smiled, took a few tentative licks, and took him in. Her head glided back and forth.
She edged him to the point of climax.
"Enough. Get into bed with me."
They slid into his marital bed. He began to kiss his way down her body. He suckled each nipple. His lips danced along her ribcage, circled her enchanting navel, and progressed lower. His lips were upon her sex. Rose's collar increased her sensitivity on a logarithmic scale. She came to the cusp of orgasm and then plunged over into ecstasy. While she was still climaxing, he was inside her pumping steadily and deeply. She sighed and broke out in a hearty chuckle. She realized anew that her fate could have been far, far worse.
**
She had resided in his house as his slave for a little over a month. To the boys, Rose was Dad's special friend. Rose liked them well enough, but they always brought to the surface her sense of loss of her kids. She played board games with them and video games and tried to ignore her parental ache. Ben usually took her at least three or four times a day. She had the Barbara Eden harem pants, an all-red devil ensemble, an all-white angel ensemble, and tons and tons of black! Sometimes he bought her clothes for the express purpose of tying her to the bed and cutting them off. He tried to instill his newfound passion for weightlifting into her. She was leaner and sleeker now but detested the exercise that had achieved it. He experimented with every conceivable sexual position. Rose found Ben, depending on the day or hour, incredibly handsome, incredibly anal, incredibly intelligent, incredibly moronic, incredibly fascinating, incredibly boring, or incredibly average. She might not be a wife, but she certainly was saddled with a husband! She had to conclude however that the sex was incendiary. Never had she been as sexually fulfilled and sated.
