The Depths of Lust Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Depths of Lust Ch. 02

I woke to my husband caressing my cheek, pushing my hair back and capturing my mouth with his. It brought me back to full wakefulness. His mouth was soft, kind, drinking me down, it also pressed my head down into the pillow and I felt his hands capture my own and press them above my head. John relinquished my mouth and my hands with what almost seemed like a gasp.

'Let's talk, shall we?' he whispered and I nodded.

'I owe you an apology, I shouldn't have gone out to the boat yesterday.' I wanted to get that out first, give some ground up front.

John nodded but gave a rye smile, 'Sasha, you never hid who you were, you tried to include me, tried to give me everything you liked, enact all your desires with me as the focus and because I feared I would take your autonomy, make you a slave to my desires that I couldn't start down that road with you.' I went to reach out and reassure him but he grabbed my hand and pushed it back down.

'I imagined that my wife was my equal and that slaves of the kind I preferred were an unacceptable way to treat the mother of my children, perhaps it still is...So I found slaves I could degrade elsewhere, women and men I could completely control down to the finest detail.'

I tried not to cry, so I blinked back the tears, and asked 'So, how many? Never mind, not important, better question. Has everyone who has been with you like that ever not really been in control, i.e., no say and with absolutely no way to stop it?'|

John tilted ...

... his head and thought about it with pursed lips, 'Maybe in the moment they might be so deep in the scene that they forget their ability to find an out. Miranda..' He waited for a look of annoyance or pain but honestly I didn't care so I just nodded, 'Go on.'

'Miranda was my Stable Master, she kept the folders of pre-discussion and organized the timing of visits, in order for the illusion to seem as deep as possible I didn't discuss limits with the slaves, she did. By having my interactions with them separate from the safety discussions, they got the deepest possible immersion. Their minds could imagine that I didn't know their safe words or limits.'

I shivered, I could see the appeal in that, like a haunted house with one last attraction the fun fair didn't install.

'Did you ever go over their limits?' and John nodded with a twist of the mouth,

'Not too often but with slaves that stick around more than a few months there are always mistakes, usually Miranda is nearby to pull it in but sometimes I just have to apologize after the fact. If they insist on an apology in person it always breaks the immersion pretty much permanently. If they accept it through Miranda then they usually stick around for the usual amount of time. Which for the record is finite, it's part of the initial contract.'

I nodded but sat silently mulling it all over, as the seconds ticked by he shifted uncomfortably and I didn't like it. I like him in control, certain, not second guessing. ...