My Husband, My Slave--Part 3 - Sex Stories

My Husband, My Slave--Part 3

... 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 ...