Several minutes passed while I cleaned up the messes as best I could, while I waited. She came back in the room. I laid her down on the floor and made love to her. She moaned and bucked and cried out loud, but never said a comprehensible word. Never before had I seen her show such pleasure! Never before had her pussy clenched onto me like it would never let me leave. Then just like that, she passed out. In the past, I had given her such powerful orgasms that she had cried tears of release and joy, but never had I made her pass out. (Achievement unlocked!)
I carried her to the bedroom, laid her down in bed, kissed her goodnight, and went back to get the key to her new bracelet. Unlocking her, I placed the bracelet in her underwear drawer for her to find in the morning. I put the key in my underwear drawer, took a shower and went to bed.
Part 2 - As instructed.
My husband. What can I say about my husband: He's always been there for me. He's the kind of guy that would protect me from anything if I asked, and give me anything I could ever wish for, but still lets me fend for myself whenever I choose. This is the way our marriage had gone, 10 wonderful years of amazing new experience, one after another.
But last night, that had been a mind blower. You have no idea what it felt like. Orgasm after orgasm, not being able to move or talk. I so badly wanted to show him that I could play the part of a good slave and follow his instructions, but it almost seemed like I didn't even have a choice. The roleplaying was just so easy, so natural, so submissive.
As soon as he had placed that trinkety bracelet on me, I felt flush, and horny. I wanted him so bad. Not that this was abnormal, I desire my husband almost every second of every day, and he satisfies my needs often enough. It's just the way he placed the bracelet on me, not even asking me if it was ok with me. That was such a turn on. When he barked his first command at me, I was ready to comply with just about anything he asked me to do. I trusted him implicitly not to push my limits too far, and I knew he would stop if I asked him to, which I had no desire at all to do at that moment.
He told me to undress, and I did it, but to my surprise it was not my normal hasty departure of my clothing. I teased him by letting my clothes slowly "slink" off my body, teased him by trying to get my unmentionables to land all over him, and it felt wonderful to please him! And GOD when he asked me to sit like that on the couch, in such a vulnerable position, my heart skipped a beat or two. I was so ready for him to fuck my brains out or do whatever his heart desired. He told me not to talk, that was easy, I wanted to be controlled and my talking would just distract from what HE wanted.
He stared at me, looking up and down my body, I could feel his eyes on my skin, my breast, my shaved pussy, almost like whatever inch he looked at warmed up a degree or two, and then cooled down as his eyes wandered somewhere else. It felt dirty to have him look at me like this, spread on our couch, (no I thought, I must stay in character) his couch, master's couch, no, Master's couch. He turned off the lights, reminding me of the Christmas tree... Perfect I thought, the season of giving, I'm giving myself to my Master. I could see my skin glowing bathed in the million lights of the tree and I felt loved, and HOT for my husband. He knelt before me and kissed me.
Electric SHOCK ran through my body, but I didn't move. His kiss on my lips sent pleasure surges through my whole body, the pleasure spun and spun and spun around my body in cascading spirals of pleasure, only seeming to stop right at my nipples and pussy. I was so caught up in the feelings and tastes and sensations that I didn't even realize that these feelings were amplified as if he was kissing every inch of my body all at once. I gasped and moaned at the pleasure trying to grab at it with my thoughts. I was breathing heavy, got light headed, and felt dizzy. There was not enough room in my bamboozled dazzled mind for me to realize that everything was 10x more intense than usual, or that something was different.
Then he was gone, I was there, alone, my skin feeling a chill from small beads of sweat, but my body feeling the heat of desire inside. I still wanted more, but there was nothing, just me sitting on a couch alone.
I heard a noise from behind me, in the kitchen, and the next thing I heard was "Slave, close your eyes". Everything went dark, but at least I knew I was no longer alone. Then IT came like a bolt of lightning. Something COLD on my lips, I parted my lips and could taste cherry. Cold and cherry. My mind was numb, but somewhere deep in me I knew it was a freezer pop. With my eyes closed I pictured it, like a penis made of flavored ice, I wanted it inside me, I wanted... My thoughts were interrupted by another sensation slamming my senses, COLD, cold on my nipple, then on the other one. Everywhere the cold went HEAT followed. The heat of his mouth on my skin, his diligent tongue and lips leaving no traces of cherry behind. The barbells piercing my nipples cooled by the ice pop was thrilling, it chilled my nipples right down to the core of my very being. I wanted any dick in me, even this ice cold one, I wanted to be filled. All I could think about was penetration.
I felt Master's HOT mouth chasing the COLD ice pop all over my body, slowly down my stomach, onto my legs, and I followed its progress too my toes, picturing it in my mind's eye. I followed the popsicle back up and felt it dance around my clit. Wonderful I thought! So close to penetration! I wanted it in me so bad! Then a sudden change of direction, I followed it down, imagining myself in the darkness with this shaft entering me. It moved past. Master suddenly and jolting pulled my ass forward exposing my sex to him even in an even more pronounced way. Then I felt the COLD on my pucker. I whimpered, deep inside I wanted him to stop, but a stronger part of me wanting him to continue! He pressed it in some. I knew that I should protest but my body, possessed by pleasure, pressed itself against the invasion as best it could.. I was welcoming this into me?! He was fucking me with it until it started to numb my ass and lessen the pleasure. Next thing I knew it was all the way in.
"Slave, open your eyes" and I could see again. I could see no evidence of the popsicle from my vantage. All I could see was my husband licking away at my sweet juices and obviously enjoying the new added flavor. My Master was happy, so I was happy. It did not take long for my next orgasm.
Master had me lay on him like a cat, and I purred as best I could. All this time though my ass hurt. The Ice was numbing my insides and it was mildly painful, not horrible, but just painful enough to be bothersome. Why was I not complaining about the aching? Sooner or later the ache started to amplify into a kind of raw pleasure, so I didn't care much about it anymore. All I cared about was keeping Master happy.
The very next thought I had was "CONTROL ME!" as I spoke those words to answer his unexpected question.
He told me to sit up, so I did. And he was gone again. At this point I noticed the puddle of cherry juices under my ass. I should have gotten up, but I didn't want to upset my husband, Master. I wanted to make sure he believed I was a good slave girl.
He came back in, placed a towel on the floor, and had me kneel on it.
"YAY!" I thought, genuinely excited, it looked like I was going to get too suck him off. I thought to myself "Master will be so pleased with me, and I'll get to taste him! Have him in me!" A huge grin crossed my face.
I was shocked to hear him tell me to lick up the mess off the couch that had just come out of my ass! I was even more shocked when my body started doing it! It tasted good. What was I doing? My own voice answered me in my head: {Pleasing Master!} Why wasn't I telling him I did not like this? Again, another answer from inside my head: {Because, you DO like this, and Master said not to talk!} Why am I being like this? {Because you are Master's slave! Slaves do what they are told, and they enjoy pleasing Master!}
Suddenly I was enjoying cleaning up this cherry, pussy-juice, ass-juice mixture! What was I coming too? My brain was reeling! I noticed that I was soon doing lots of cleaning, Master had me clean the couch, and then Master had me clean myself! I wanted to please Master so I did my best!
When I came back in the living room, Master had the gas fireplace lit, other than the fire the Christmas tree was the only light source and it was rather romantic, but more importantly he was naked, and I could see Master's cock. I wanted this in me so bad. When he laid me down on the floor and entered me the world slid out from under my awareness, all I was aware of was that I was a sheath, a cunt, a slave. I could not feel my body; it all seemed to just melt away. All I could feel was my pussy and his cock! My orgasms where so intense! When he finally came in me I had an orgasm like no other, like watching 1000 intense romantic sunsets at once! My body came back in focus and the earth settled under my body again. Then, the world went black.
Part 3 - Confusion and Discovery.
Next morning, I woke up and realized first thing that my Husband (Master(?), an inner voice said) was gone for work. I was groggy as usual when I woke. No sense of time, no sense of self. I went about my business in the bathroom and took a nice long shower, my whole body ached from all the pleasure of last evening. I went to my shorts drawer and pulled out my pajamas I would wear today, and then pulled a nice huge tee-shit out of another drawer. I opened another drawer and saw something unexpected, something shiny, and it hit me! I remembered the entire night! I remembered doing things I wouldn't usually have liked and enjoying it immensely, I remembered the bracelet, which now sat in front of me in my underwear drawer. I picked it up and noticed that there was no key with it.
