Slut Wife - A Submissive Tale

"You said this woman talked about sex with her husband and other men?"

"Yes, she said she fucks other men regularly. They are quite deep into this whole fetish lifestyle."

"Are you nervous Carlos?"

"Apprehensive I guess. I have never seen anything quite like it. And...well when you have been with other men in the past they were just 'other' lovers. My attitude revolved around my sincere belief that monogamy isn't the right approach for us, but it was still always about us."

"How is this different?"

"Jim will provide something that I can't. It isn't just one thing. Like this other woman said to me it isn't as simple as cock size or any single factor. She had tried big cock guys before and been disappointed. She was quite emphatic about that."

"Do you still want to go ahead?"

"Stephanie when we set about searching for the right dominant man I knew that we were doing so because it wasn't something I could fully provide. I am ok...just coming to grips with having found him. Do you still want to go ahead?"

"I guess my feelings are similar to yours. To be honest, if I were still single there is no question that I would proceed. I am apprehensive because I don't want to compromise our relationship."

"Stephanie this is something we have talked about in detail. Nothing we are contemplating now is really surprising. We already know that for you to deny this aspect of yourself won't work. And I believe that I have a grip on my own emotions as much as I could hope to. Turning back now would be more problematic than proceeding. I want to proceed but I also don't see any other way."

"I love you and appreciate you wanting to do this for me."

"It isn't just for you babe. And it isn't just because I enjoyed sucking his dick. Watching him fuck her I couldn't help but imagine you in her place. Of course I have conflicting emotions, but desire is the strongest one."

"I'll always be yours Carlos."

"Yes you will because you will come back to me. But when you are with Jim you will be his. I know that now and I know that is why he will provide what you crave."

My mind was racing with a hundred thoughts and questions and I think so was Carlos'. We both chose to be quite for a while. It occurred to me that Carlos was the one who had put this all together. I was, in effect, submitting to the authority of both men and they were colluding to dominate me. That sent a shiver down my spine...the shiver I had been craving and could not be denied.

After a few moments I said. "I wish I had the chance to talk to her...the other wife."

"I am guessing you will soon enough. In the meantime I think you should enjoy the experience for what it is. Jim will help you find your own way."

By the time we got home my panties had soaked through to my shorts. Carlos licked me clean then fucked me to a long slow orgasm before dozing off to sleep.

But I couldn't sleep. My mind was racing and my body was churning with excitement. I got out of bed and went to the basement, grabbing my heels as I left the room. In the basement I put on the heels to feel sexy and slutty and obedient. Then I rolled a joint and stood quietly looking at myself in the mirror while I puffed away. I had always felt as though this urge to submit was rooted in the fact that men usually played the opposite role with me. And I guess I knew it was more than a simple desire to be with an authoritative man. But standing there naked and looking at myself in the mirror smoking that joint I knew that the electricity I felt from Jim taking me in hand that night was a much deeper need. Carlos was right that Jim isn't like the others. I wanted him more than I have ever wanted a man. He owned me that night. What did it say that Jim would decide when I return to my husband? I was losing control, maybe even in relation to my marriage. But that is what I had wanted all along wasn't it? The question was moot because my desire was undeniable and I no longer had the will power to turn back.

I looked at myself in the mirror thinking of what he would want of me. It wasn't just the joy of submission that Jim offered but license and a guide to fulfill fantasies. The outfit he had me wear that night - the short shorts, tight braless top and high heels - are all things I've worn before individually. I never quite put them together but not because I am too modest. I am proud of my body and like showing it off within the bounds of what is accepted as appropriate. It is the fact of being regarded as inappropriate that keeps me from being more lascivious. But that factor is gone when my master tells me to do it. I get to play the role without worrying about the judgment of others yet still glean all the thrill of breaking taboos. The judgment of others still exists of course but the rewards of obeying my master are so much greater that they fade into inconsequence more than I ever imagined.

I knew Jim would push my boundaries, sometimes into my own fantasies. The one meeting had given me limited chance to please my new master. I had an overwhelming urge to beg him to take my sex, fuck me and let me give him that which I know to be pleasurable for men. But his command first was obedience which would give us both pleasure. And when he wanted my sex he would take it.

I looked in the mirror and realized Jim is right. I am a slut. I had never thought of it that way because that is not the way I present myself to the world. Most of the men I have fucked came to me in the way they would with most women. It just happened and I accepted their advances more often than most women. I used to tell myself that the frequency and variety of men was all about me trying to find my Dom. Just like I let myself believe that taking lovers was in response to Carlos' encouragement. Both points are true but I readily embraced the opportunities. I am not easy or stupid or trashy and I don't let myself get victimized but yes I am a slut.

It doesn't matter anymore why I am the way I am. What matters is accepting myself. Both Carlos and Jim accept me as I am. They helped me realize I want to be an obedient slut and not just so they can take advantage of me.

...

Over the next few weeks I saw Jim several times. Usually alone but sometimes with Carlos. To my surprise we did not have sex during that time. In fact, our degree of intimacy did not advance at all. He kissed me, held me and took occasional liberties as he had that first time we met. Even the outfits he picked for me did not get anymore risqué and sometimes less so. On one level I was a bit disappointed but my desire to obey was far more powerful.

Jim was building trust. And slowly I saw how he was conditioning me. Each encounter was rife with small acts of dominance. He chose where and when to meet, what to wear, where to sit and many innumerable little details. And he always delivered his instructions in a gentle but clear and matter of fact way frequently making sure other people saw it. He could make the simple act of painting my nails a sensual exercise in submission. Whenever I was doing as he instructed I felt connected to him and valued. Every time he said "good girl" my body flushed with the satisfaction of his approval pure and untainted by the need to impress me or appear to be polite. A nod or a smile from Jim was infinitely more valuable to me than effusive praise from others who were in the habit of giving it.

And as my trust of Jim built I slowly suspended my own decision-making and slipped comfortably into a new zone of submission. Unlike all the other guys Jim understood that both Dom and Sub need time to earn the other's trust. Although I had craved and dreamed of my full submission I didn't really feel its full power until one day I realized that I was no longer 'deciding' to obey. I wasn't thinking about the implications of each act of obedience. My self-conscious mind relaxed like a knotted muscle clenched tight for so long I had forgotten what it felt like to be otherwise. I just did as my master instructed. Not mindlessly, but all of me focussed on understanding and doing with acceptance already a fait accompli. My time with Jim became a refuge.

I don't know if he planned it this way but by the time he was ready to claim my sex I had already fantasized about every scenario I could imagine and actively prepared myself to obey. He waited until he saw in me a true understanding of the joy of submission before he claimed my sex.

...

One day Jim texted me to tell me that he would be away for a couple weeks and that I was not to shave (legs, armpits or pussy) while he was gone.

Upon his return he sent me another text on a Saturday morning instructing me to go to an appointment at an aesthetician that he had arranged for 10:00 a.m. As was frequently the case I was to see Carlos for the outfit that I would wear. Carlos had dutifully already laid it out for me - tight fitting jeans that sit low on my hips, 4" pumps, lacy red panties, a half top that fit snugly under my full boobs and matching belly button and clit jewelry each of which was a string of three pearls on a gold chain (I had been pierced years earlier). Carlos drove me to my appointment and waited in a nearby cafe.

When I got there I was greeted by a stunning eastern European women. Before I could say a word she asked if I was Stephanie and confirmed that Jim had already instructed her to expect me. Moments later I was stripped fully naked. One of my most erotic experiences to date was having this beautiful woman remove the jewelry from my belly button and clit without asking. She then proceeded to wax, pluck and primp every inch of my body - turning me, spreading me and touching me as if she already had license to do so. She did of course because Jim had given it to her and there was an unspoken understanding about him. When she was done she booked me for my next visit and I was on my way. No payment or clarifications were required.

I texted Carlos and he was waiting for me out front with the car. Jim had trained Carlos to take excellent care of me at all times. The realization that other people - the aesthetician, Carlos - see me as Jim's obedient slut, his possession even, was enormously titillating.

We stopped for a bite to eat then headed home where there was a package on the front stoop. It was my outfit and instructions for the evening. It was a little black cocktail dress with a full front and open back and sides that covered my cleavage but left plenty of side boob. It was as usual a very short hem line with slits up both sides. A matching black thong and a pair of 4" strappy heels were the only other clothing items. I was instructed to wear my hair up, red lipstick, hoop earrings and my wedding ring.

As had become my habit I admired myself in the mirror for a long time making sure I knew how I would look from different angles. Somehow it ceased to be vain because I was admiring what my master had made of me and preparing myself for him.

Carlos and I met Jim at an outdoor cafe at 7:00 that evening. When we got to the table he waived Carlos into a seat across from him and I stood beside the table awaiting my instructions. Jim looked at me impassively then instructed me to remove my panties. For a moment I thought I had repeated the mistake of our first meeting and a look of anguish must have flashed across my face because he smiled at me and said "You have done nothing wrong my darling. It was I who gave you those panties to wear and now I would like you to remove them. Do it now, where you are standing. Bend at the waist, pull them down to your ankles, take them off and give them to your husband."

I was so accustomed to my obedience that my bare ass and pussy were on full display to people on the sidewalk before I even recognized that reality. Its a near certainty that someone saw but I couldn't tell as my eyes were focussed on Jim when I straightened up. My pussy became wet and engorged in an instant. A bolt of excitement shot through my body like electricity and as I handed my panties to Carlos I could tell that my nipples were rock hard. Jim motioned me into the seat next to him then handed my slut wife anklet to Carlos to put onto my right ankle as he had done many times before. Carlos was slack jawed but loving every minute of it.

It was dusk when we left the cafe. Carlos was parked in a small lot. surrounded on three sides by brick buildings with one side open to the street just down the street from the cafe.. His car was parked with the front facing the open side of the parking lot and the back facing a wall with a light of to one side by a few car widths but still quite luminous. Carlos and I had taken a taxi so we were going to Jim's car. When we got there he directed me to the back of the car.

"Jump up on the trunk." He said even while he put his hands on my waist and lifted me up there himself. Jim reached one hand up my skirt and cupped my pussy then pushed me further up the trunk before instructing me to spread my legs. I spread them wide instantly so that my slut wife anklet was visible to Carlos around the side of the car as he approached from the front of the car. My short skirt scooted up to my waist as I tossed my legs wide for my master baring my pussy completely.

"Let's see if this pussy has been waxed properly." said Jim. Slowly he looked me over focussing on my pussy. "Have a look. What do you think Carlos?" My husband inspected my pussy too, both men taking their time, watching me lay there spread open shivering in almost orgasmic delight.

"Looks good to me."

"Ya me too." said Jim then grabbed me by the waist, lifted me back on to wobbly legs, turned me around and bent me over the trunk of the car with my ass in the air. He kicked my feet apart and I spread my legs instinctively. "Stay slut." I obeyed as once again my master and my husband inspected my ass and pussy.

"Carlos she'll have a regularly scheduled waxing from now on but in between you need to groom her regularly, is that clear?"

"Yes I will."

"When a slut is as clean as this one I just want to lick her so think I will."

Jim squat down and put his powerful hands on my ass pulling it gently apart before diving his tongue into me for the first time. He pressed his tongue firmly against my clit while using his mouth to suck on my whole pussy. The he slowly licked deeply along my wet gash until his tongue crossed my taint and licked my asshole. I was so immersed in my own surrender that the stroke of his tongue sent a visible shiver up through my body and out to every extremity.

"Have a taste Carlos." Said Jim as he stood up and smacked me on the ass.

My face was down and away but almost immediately I felt Carlos tongue on my pussy. He repeated almost exactly what Jim had done and my body shook even harder this time. My master quite evidently enjoyed watching me be pleasured by Carlos. The two men got along well as friends and it would be a regular occurrence after this night that they would share me openly and publicly.

"Alright let's go you two." He said after giving Carlos and I a good couple of minutes more to enjoy ourselves.

Carlos and I pulled ourselves together then Jim gave Carlos the keys to drive, while he and I got into the backseat. Before we were out of the parking lot Jim had me unzip his pants and pull out the biggest cock I have ever seen. Carlos was right. Jim pulled his pants all the way down so that I could get at his massive tool and his balls without obstruction. I would finally get to serve my master in this way.

"OK Carlos take a right out of the parking lot and Stephanie suck my dick." He grasped my hair and pulled me firmly down onto his massive tool. His dominance was complete but he was not rough with me, nor did he need to be as I proudly and gratefully complied.

"Don't worry baby I'm not going to stuff it into you all at once. Just give it your all, ok slut. I know I don't need to teach you the basics after all of the dick you have had in you. Its all about the enthusiasm. And with this much cock that means if I don't hear gagging and slobbering then you aren't trying hard enough."

Jim had never been quite so crass with me. Had he not spent so much time building me up to this moment I would surely have found that off-putting but as it was my surrender felt all the more complete because he knew I would not be dissuaded by his demeanour. I pushed my mouth down onto his long thick cock and obeyed his command going directly to taking as much of him into my mouth as I could. I was soon on my knees on the seat, with my skirt pulled up to my waist and his one large powerful hand spanking me and fingering my wet pussy while the other rested on my head. He did not push my head down at all but his hand seemed to be there as a reminder to do my best. I fondled my master's large testicles while I roughly pushed his cock as far as it would go, slurping and gagging and gasping for breath between strokes of filling my throat with him. I have deep throated a lot of guys but none as thick as Jim so I could tell it would take some time to learn how to suck him properly. For now he was content with my efforts.

It seemed like only a few minutes before Jim was telling Carlos to pull into a long winding driveway that led to a large house tucked far back from the street. Jim lifted my head off of his cock and did his pants up before we got to the front entry. We all got out of the car and a valet took it from us. At the entry a doorman clearly recognized Jim and opened it to let us in. As soon as we got inside another woman recognized Jim and came to meet us.

"There are a couple of men I have been waiting for. And you must be Stephanie. Hi I am Debra, welcome to our little party." She was a stunning brunette just a little shorter than me. She seemed the type of women who, given her surroundings, one might expect to be haughty but she was not in the least. I liked her immediately and knew she must be the woman of which Carlos had spoken.

Debra and Carlos clearly knew each other and had a strong affection for one another. "Come with me darling and let's leave these two to make their own way around the party." And she was gone with my husband almost as quickly as she had arrived.

Jim and I mingled into a party of what must have been at least a hundred people spread throughout a sprawling mansion. Most seemed to know him and went out of their way to be welcoming to me. Things were relatively tame but there was a strong under current of sexual desire and fetish play - revealing clothing, overtly holding one person's hand while kissing another, men and women giving occasional subtle commands to their partner. It seemed to me a diverse group of individuals with a diverse group of personalities and behaviours. There was no one theme other than that of sexual undertones and a warm acceptance of all things sexual that set me at ease. Over the course of an hour or so we had a couple of drinks and relaxed. We were offered various narcotics but did not indulge aside from a few puffs on a joint. I saw Carlos with Debra from across the room a few times having a good time.

Slowly the party livened and clothes started to come off around the time that Jim directed me to a private room. No words were required to tell me that the time had come. There was a large couch facing a large mirror with a television to one side of the mirror and a bar on the other. Jim went to the bar and got himself a drink then sat on the couch and told me to undress for him. I was tempted to go into a striptease but my courage faltered a bit. However, I still did my best to pull my dress over my head in a slow sensual manner. That was all there was to remove aside from jewelry and shoes so I paused for a moment.

Jim stood and motioned me to sit where he had been. He refreshed my drink and handed it to me saying "I am very pleased Stephanie and you are very beautiful."