Slavery: A series of erotic games (book 01)

SCOTTI'd always known Julia read romances and I'd even read some of them myself. Though in the past, it was brooding nobles and innocent maidens, seductive rakes and penniless governesses. This was the first time I'd ever heard of reverse harems, multiple men and singular women. That was a bit off the beaten path. And sex slavery, stripped and sold, spanked and tormented. This was not her usual fare as I was aware of it. I wondered what was causing her to migrate to these instead of the ones she used to read. Was there something wrong with our sex life I was blind to? This sounded much rougher than her past reading material.Julia was tall, 5-9, blonde like me, hair to the middle of her back; legs down to there, lovely, soft, C cup breasts with nipples that became hard easily and were very sensitive and a perfect, round, athletic ass you could bounce a quarter off. She worked out doing Yoga, a spin class, aerobics and light weights several days a week to stay in shape, plus often swa

SCOTTAbout a week after I first suggested it, I received a text at work from Julia saying she'd like to discuss what rules I had in mind for her slavery, if she decided to go through with it. I'd already prepared a written list of rules I was considering, drawn up after consulting with the source material in her books.There was one thing I was having a problem with. I knew at least some of her fantasies revolved around multiple men using her. Letting her have sex with other men would be hard. This swirling blackness filled my head every time I tried to imagine her with anyone else, and it wasn't pretty. It was not one of my fantasies to see my beautiful wife having sex with other guys.Let's face it, if she ever had sex with someone outside our marriage under normal circumstances, I'd divorce her in a heartbeat, no matter how much I loved her, and I loved her to the moon and back. I'd always questioned the stories of men who didn't care if their wives slept with other men, and even

SCOTTIt sounded more and more as if Julia would choose to proceed. If she did, I should be prepared. I thought again about what I contemplated, and what pitfalls might be expected. I loved Julia more than anything and never wanted harm to come to her. So, no matter what happened, I needed to ensure she couldn't or wouldn't be hurt. I checked the internet and found a woman who advertised herself as a dominatrix. I contacted her."Hello, Mistress Dark, speaking.""Hi, my name is Scott and my wife and I are considering letting her explore a brief period of sexual slavery.""Do you want me to take over her training?""Uh, no. I want to be her owner/dominant, but not knowing anything about it but what little I've read in popular fiction, I need to learn more so I don't inadvertently do anything which might harm her in any way. I'd like you to give me some pointers before we start, because it looks like she's going to go through with it.""I can help with that. When would you like to start

SCOTTI hadn't heard from Julia all day. It wasn't exactly unusual, but I often received at least a text or two, if not a phone call. She probably went out shopping or something with Lisa. Lisa was home now, though; she waved to me from her front porch, a big grin on her face. I waved back.I liked Lisa. She was good people and a regular member of the guys Thursday night poker game. She was the only woman allowed, because she was a good poker player and could dish it out as good as she got, and didn't mind the mild flirtation and sexual innuendo we frequently tossed her way. She made up the sixth. We never played with less than five and never more than six. Five or six was the perfect number for us. We were scheduled to play at her house this Thursday. My house and hers always had the best snacks to go with the cold beverages. Her house because she was a good cook, and my house because Julia was. The other four regular guys were single. When we needed another due to sickness or other

SCOTTI left before Julia got up. I left a note for her telling her she could wear her collar for most of the day, but to take it off by four PM and leave it on the kitchen table along with her cuffs. As for clothes, she had to put on older underwear, t-shirt and pants or shorts, nothing new or expensive. She didn't know it yet, but I had some plans for tonight. Oh, she knew I had plans, but not what they were.On my way home, I stopped at the same shop where I'd picked up her collar and cuffs and picked up a set of four glass anal plugs. They were graduated in size from four inches in length and an inch and a quarter in width to six inches by two and a half. I also got an anal vibrator, six by two inches. The box said in addition to beads rotating around the narrow part of the plug at the sphincter, the vibrations extended up through the top to pleasantly stimulate the vagina as well. It might be fun to have her wearing it when I had sex with her, wondering how the vibrations would t