About My Wife…
About My Wife…
Sex Story Author: | hh |
Sex Story Excerpt: | She walked into the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a red satin camisole, garter belt, nylons |
Sex Story Category: | Bondage and restriction |
Sex Story Tags: | Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, True Story, Wife |
I love to be sexually dominated, and I am married to a very
beautiful young woman who utilizes my obedience to the maximum.
She knows that when I am sexually aroused there is nothing I
won’t do for her. She often makes me go a few days without
cumming, knowing that I will be that much more aroused and
submissive. The other night I arrived home and found her laying
on the couch wearing a short satin robe. As soon as I saw her I
developed an immediate erection, thus becoming a slave to her
desires. She ordered me onto my hands and knees and commanded me
to crawl to her side. She then raised her foot to my face and
said “Lick my foot slave!” I happily licked her foot as she
rubbed it all over my face. She then pushed my face away with
her foot and tossed a satin G-string at me saying, “Put on your
uniform, and go draw me a bath slave!” I answered, “Yes Master.”
And went to the bathroom to change into the G-string and prepare
her bath.
As soon as I finished readying her bath she entered the
bathroom and told me to get on my hands and knees in the tub. I
started to remove the G-string, but she told me to leave it on.
I got on my hands and knees and she removed her robe to reveal
her beautiful naked body. She sat down in the tub in front of me
and said, “Stick your head under the water and eat my pussy
slave!” I stuck my head down between her legs and started
lapping away. When I came up for a breath, she would count to
three and then push my head back into her crotch. When she tired
of this she had me wash her entire body. When I finished, she
stepped out of the tub, dried herself off, and threw me the wet
towel to dry off with. “I know you love to wear that G-string.”
She said. “So just keep it on slave, and go into the bedroom
when you’re done drying off.”
I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went
into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of
the pouch on the G-string.
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