SCOTT
I'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 swam laps in our pool.
It took me a couple days to get through the book and I returned it to her. I didn't say anything about it, but I did start looking at other books she'd been reading. Our bookshelves were full of them. There was definitely a similarity in theme. Some were humanoid space aliens, some cowboys in the women starved West, some mountain men with Indian women, men shipwrecked with single women, werewolves with their mates. A lot of them featured multiple male partners, and the ones that didn't, often showed women in sexual bondage, captured, stripped, sold and tamed. I even discovered she'd read some of the Gor books by John Norman. The Gor books were less explicit in the sexual descriptions, using things like slave kiss and slave orgasm to discuss the sex, but more brutal in the way it portrayed the slavery. The more recent books usually had an element of romance, with the heroine finding love while in her slavery. Norman's books were more interested in portraying the naturalness of female slavery compared to the female equality practiced on earth. It wasn't a woman finding her love through slavery, but her love in slavery. She loved the slavery itself, not her owner. Some owners were better than others, but being a slave was her raison d'être, her reason to be, not the person who owned her.
It turned out these types of books were really popular, especially among female readers. Not so much the Gor books. They were male fantasies. The others were doing well on A****n. So were the ones she used to read, but this was a popular new category of books. I wondered if we men were doing the wrong things if our women were fantasizing about this stuff. Sure it was fantasy, but it was a more brutal fantasy than I would have expected, a rape fantasy, in effect, where the woman comes to love her rapist or rapists. Rape was not something I imagined most women would care to experience in real life. So why so much in their imaginations? Not enough excitement in their lives? Was Norman correct in some of his assumptions; that submission to strong males was an inherently natural trait, bred into our lizard brains over tens, if not hundreds, of thousand years and the last five hundred or thousand years was an aberration our forebrains hadn't yet worked out a way to overcome? It raised a lot of questions. I actually found a quasi-scientific study from Playboy magazine in the seventies which theorized a lot of what went on in humans was still tied to the evolutionary pre-history involving things like chemicals in our brains, hormones, pheromones and other subtle factors that skipped the logic centers of rational thought, making thinking secondary to chemicals.
Still, it did start some ideas percolating in my head. If this was something Julia enjoyed fantasizing, could I do something to allow her to live the fantasy without having to undergo the reality. It might be fun on my part too. I wouldn't mind being the Masterful Slave Master she imagined in her fantasies. The one to ring her bell, to bend her to my will, turn her into my little sex slave. I contemplated what I might do to allow her to live her fantasy.
I saw Julia had purchased another four book series about space aliens capturing humans. They were more reverse harem novels. She was currently reading the second book. I interrupted her reading one day.
"What if you could find out what sex slavery was all about without actually having to be captured by space aliens?"
"What do you mean?" Julia said, her hackles going up and preparing for a battle.
"What if you could find out what it would be like to be someone's sex slave for a brief period of time, without the rigors of having to be an actual sex slave? You would be required to submit to someone for that time, but when it's over, it's over. You get to go back to being Julia again, suburban housewife, and not permanently remain someone's slave wench?"
"Oh. And I suppose I would be your sex slave for this time? Good one, Scott. Nice try."
"Well, unless you don't think I could be masterful enough and have someone else in mind. I mean, you know me and that I'd never do anything to really harm you. Yeah, I could spank you, but would I spank you as hard as someone who didn't love you?"
She was about to say something in retort, but paused for a moment.
"Like for a day or something?" Julia asked
"I think it would have to be longer than a day. Anyone can tolerate a lot for a single day, so it would have to be for some longer period of time. I was thinking maybe three weeks to really understand and comprehend what it would be like to be someone's sex slave. Less than that and you're just playing games. We could negotiate some ground rules ahead of time so all expectations are laid out. Just throwing it out there for consideration. No need to make any decisions now. Think about it and tell me what you think in a week or so. Might be your only chance to discover if earth shattering, ocean pounding, tidal wave, pussy melting orgasms really exist or if the writers are blowing smoke up your skirt."
I left her there with her mouth agape and went outside to mow the lawn and let her steam for awhile in her own juices. I was pleasantly surprised to peek in our bedroom window a half hour later and see her fingers working her pussy into a lather. Maybe my idea might bear fruit sometime in the future. Either that or her book was really, really good. I smiled.
JULIAIt was absurd, wasn't it? What an idea; to voluntarily submit myself to the sexual whims of Scott for three weeks. I started to read again, but I couldn't concentrate on the words in front of me. Three weeks wasn't that long. It would be a chance to experience some of what I'd read about and fantasized about for years. And Scott did love me and wouldn't do anything to harm me. Speaking of pussy melting, I could feel myself become wet as I sat here thinking about it, becoming Scott's sexual plaything for three weeks. I'm sure he'd have me doing things I tended to avoid ordinarily, like swallowing when I gave him a blow job, or anal sex, a thing I'd only done once on our fifth anniversary when I was more than a little drunk. Still it was only three weeks. How bad could it get?God, I had to go into the bedroom and masturbate after twenty minutes, unable to think about anything else. I quickly frigged myself to two orgasms and rather tasty ones at that. There'd have to be some rule
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
JULIAAfter our discussion, Scott took a shower and went to sleep. I lay beside him listening to his relaxed breathing, thinking about Scott's proposed rules. The fact Scott even hinted I might be having sex with someone else shocked hell out of me. When he said it would be my choice, I thought it was some kind of test or trap, trying to determine if I would remain faithful to him. The suggested example he gave me threw me though. Would he really give me a choice between remaining naked in front of my parents and sex with another person? It was a horrid example, and one I hoped would never come true. I really would need to ensure by parents never unexpectedly dropped in.I suppose it was the worst example he could have given me to test the boundaries of what I'd consider to avoid sex with another man, but he must have other examples that would test my willingness to consider sex with someone else, otherwise, why mention it. If it was my choice, I could always choose the other option,
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
JULIAAfter supper and listlessly watching TV for a couple hours, I went to bed with my laptop and searched for Mistress Dark on the web. She had a professionally designed web page showing what services she offered. A lot of them were directed towards offering her services to subs without dominants, but she also offered training, and sold products for the well equipped slave owners home. Her website showed photos of many of the furniture products in use, with only the genitals or breasts of the model blacked out. As I looked at some of them, I felt myself get wet again, imagining myself displayed and used like this, uncompromisingly serving a demanding owner. I needed to cum again. I took off my clothes and got a nice six inch vibrator from my nightstand.Turning it on, I slowly slid it into my slick pussy. Oh, heavens to betsy, I needed this. I was thrusting it back and forth in my sheath about three minutes from my first orgasm when I heard the front door open and Scott call out, "H
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
JULIAI was still in bed at 9:00 the next morning, having blown off spin class, when Lisa called. Who the hell needed aerobics after a night like last night."I couldn't wait any longer. I'm dying of curiosity. Did your plan work?""It worked like a charm," I replied. "You are talking to a very happy and slightly sore woman right now. I'm not horny for the first time in weeks.""Oooh. How many times?" Lisa asked."How many times did I get fucked, or how many times did I cum?""Both. Don't hold back.""Let's see. I got fucked three times with his cock, twice with his fingers, and I orgasmed," mentally counting, "eight, no, nine times.""Nine times. Fuck! I'm coming over. I want all the juicy details.""Oh, it was plenty juicy," I said. "Give me fifteen minutes. You caught me in bed, still sleeping, I was so worn out. Let me brush my teeth, put a robe on and start coffee.""Fifteen, no more. Bye.""Bye." Click.I slipped on my robe, brushed my teeth and had the coffee started before she
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