My Husband, My Slave–Part 3

CHAPTER 5

I sat at the side of the bed while John positioned himself between my legs, sealing my cunt with his lips. My bladder was full so I pissed for a long time, wondering how John could handle it so easily and how he could stand the taste. I had tasted a drop of my urine before beginning John’s slavery and I almost retched from the taste. I kissed his cheek once I was done and led him to the bathroom where I allowed him to use the toilet. It was the first time he’d been able to pee standing up in the past month. “Get a bath towel and a small hand towel from the closet, John.” I handed him a small scissors and a comb once he had laid the big towel on the floor.

“Trim me, John as close as you can without cutting me.” He showed extreme care removing most of my pubic hair. I filled a basin with hot water and dunked the hand towel until it was soaked. John then wrung it out and held it over my abdomen for several minutes. “Shave me, John,” I commanded. I was as bare as a baby when he was done. John ran my bath and proceeded to wash me. We were dried and back in the bedroom when I walked to his closet. He looked shocked. He hadn’t been out of the house or dressed in anything other than the leather cuffs and his cock cage for the past month.

“I will decide if you dress, John and I will decide what you’ll wear, too.” I selected a pair of tight jeans and a tee shirt. Under other circumstances I would have him skip the underwear, but today I thought it might be necessary so I selected a pair of loose boxers. I dressed in a tight sleeveless polo and black Capri’s. We were in the car five minutes later. Of course, I drove.

John didn’t normally abuse alcohol, but he’d had two DUI arrests in the six months before I had enslaved him. It was just one of the reasons I felt that I had to take control. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d be devastated if anything happened to him. Soon I expected that I’d be able to sell his car. It was a high-end Nissan Maxima—loaded with options–and it was only two years old. John was restricted to driving to and from work because of his DUI’s—no work, no need for a car. One of my subordinates had expressed an interest and I’d make sure the price was right—much lower than either Edmunds or Kelly Blue Book.
“John, we’re going to be tattooed. I’m getting a small heart on one of my ass cheeks. It will be filled in with pink and it will say ‘SOPHIE’ in black print. Yours will be similar except that it will say, ‘SOPHIE’S SLAVE.’ I told you I wouldn’t humiliate you so it will be on your ass where nobody other than me and, perhaps one of my cuckolding partners, will see it. I have already discussed the tattoos with the artist. Don’t forget what I told you last night. I expect your total obedience.”

John sat silently, head down, for several minutes as I drove out of town before raising his hand. He spoke once I had granted permission. “Where are we going, Miss Sophie? Are we going out of town?”

“Yes, John—of course; I don’t want either of us to be recognized. I don’t care for myself, but I don’t want anyone we know to see you in a potentially embarrassing situation. I’ve been planning this for two weeks and I’ve faxed the artist drawings of what I want. We have an eleven o’clock appointment. We can grab a bite once we’re done.” I continued down the highway for almost an hour before taking an exit that led to a run-down area of the town. There were closed factories with “For Sale” signs on both sides of the road. Just past them was a small strip mall that was mostly deserted. A neon sign that said, “Tattoos by Alexandra,” stood over the shop in the center. On one side was a sign in Spanish that identified the storefront as a church. On the other was a smoke shop that sold paraphernalia usually associated with smoking pot or hash. I parked in front of the tattoo parlor, waiting until John had walked around the car to open my door. Holding his hand I led the way inside. “Hello,” I said to the young and much tattooed woman who walked out from the rear of the store. “I’m looking for Alex.”

“That’s me; you must be Sophie and I’ll bet this is John. Is he really your slave?”

“Let’s just say that he’s a slave to love. When can we get started?”

“Right now; shall we begin with John?” She led us through a curtain to what appeared to be an exam table like the one in my doctor’s office. It was covered with a clean sheet. I told John to strip and climb on. Alex drew the heart on his right cheek exactly where I wanted it. John was permanently marked as my slave an hour later. Then I took his place. We left at 1:00 exactly and exited the highway just fifteen minutes later at an exit that had several motels and restaurants. I selected one that had a bar. We each had a beer and a club sandwich. It was the closest we’d been to a normal couple in more than a month. I pulled into the garage and opened the front door by three.

I led John into the living room where I sat at the edge of the couch and spread my legs. John dove between them, removed my scant panties and moved his lips to my cunt. I relieved myself a few seconds later. It seemed like a gallon of piss flowed into John’s throat. “Use the toilet, John and rinse your mouth then join me here so we can talk.” He jumped up, walked down the hall and returned about five minutes later to sit at my feet.

“I want to know your feelings about the last month, John. Was there anything you liked? I’m sure there was plenty you didn’t.”

“Would we go back to the way we were if I said I hated it.”

“No, John—I couldn’t live with myself if I let you destroy us. I was more upset with your DUI arrests than I could ever tell you. I was afraid you’d either kill yourself or some innocent pedestrian. I knew those weren’t the only times you had driven under the influence. Your incident with Joseph shows how bad your judgment was and I could never justify all the money you threw away at that strip club. No, John—I could never stand to go through that again. However, I will release you from your promise if that is your wish. We will go our separate ways and, with luck, I’ll find another man to love although I doubt I would find someone I could love as much as you. You never did answer my questions.”

“Okay…not everything was terrible. I enjoyed making you happy…giving you all those orgasms, massaging your feet. Even the urine isn’t so bad once you get used to the taste. On the other hand, I hated licking your asshole and, of course, I don’t enjoy being whipped.”

“Why did I make you eat my asshole, John? I also found it disgusting. Why did I make you do it?”

“I can only assume you did it to test my obedience.”

“That’s right…it was a test. Now that I know you will always obey there’s no reason to continue. I’m also sure you’ve noticed that I no longer whip you every day. Any idea why I have done that?”

“You told me you would break me so I think that was the reason.”

“That’s part of it, John; why do I whip you on Friday nights now?”

“Either to punish me for things I’ve done wrong or to help me do things better?”

“More the latter, John; I’ve never struck you in anger, even that first time when you loafed around the house. I was angry, but I expressed that without belting you. I did it to remind you of your agreement to clean the house. I’ll probably always beat you for some reason—none of us are perfect, but I will mold you into the best person you can be.

“I did learn something this afternoon—I have to take you out in public more often. You appeared lost at lunch. So, what’s your decision—stay as my slave or split?”

“Would I be your slave forever?”

“Yes, John—until the day one of us dies, but I promise to love and care for you every day, even as I’m whipping or fucking you or even masturbating you.”

“That’s one of the things I have enjoyed. I couldn’t understand why you were hurting me so badly while jerking me off.”

“You don’t have to understand, John. In fact, the less you think about that the better it will be for you. Your only job is to please me. Everything else is on me. However, I will explain; I did it to help you control your orgasm. You’ve always cum much too quickly for me. Then you would fall asleep so you never noticed that I had to masturbate after. I did it so our sexual experiences would be better…for both of us”

“Well, I already told you that I couldn’t live without you and nothing that’s happened has changed my mind so I guess I’m in it for life.” John leaned forward to kiss my feet. I pulled him up, leading him to our bedroom.

I did love fucking John. If only he was bigger. I’d have to continue cuckolding him to get what I needed, but now I only wanted John. He stripped himself and helped me out of my clothes then I secured him to the bed using the leather cuffs and straps. I straddled his head and snapped my fingers. He dove into my puss in an instant—licking and sucking my sensitive tissues. I pulled back before he could bring me to completion. I could see John’s confusion.
Moving down his body I grabbed his cock, all five hard inches. “Who owns this?”

“You do, Miss Sophie.”

‘That’s right and don’t you ever forget it.” Grabbing his balls I asked again, “Who owns these?”

“You do, Miss Sophie,” John gulped.

“Right again—I own you and I can do anything I want with you and right now I want to do this.” I lowered my mouth to John’s cock, teasing him terribly with my tongue and knowing that no matter how hot he became, however close he might be to cumming, he wouldn’t until I was ready to hurt him. Keeping it up for almost a half hour caused John to thrash wildly in his bonds. I had just wrapped my lips tightly around his shaft when I reached up and practically pushed my nails through his nipples. He filled my mouth with his seed—eight times in all. Moving up again I leaned down to kiss him and when I did all the accumulated semen dribbled into his mouth. Knowing what I wanted he scooped virtually every drop from my mouth. I moved up again to straddle his mouth as I allowed him to bring me to an incredible four orgasms. Once I had released his arms I laid my head on his shoulder and whispered, “Well done, slave—I think we need a nap.” A quick kiss to his cheek and I drifted off.

I awoke around 5:30, rose, and released John’s legs.