My Wife's Cuckold Slave Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

My Wife's Cuckold Slave Ch. 05

... realised was what I wanted. I suddenly had the chance to make my fantasy world into a lifestyle choice. I wasn't completely sure how I would feel when I saw Louise, but I knew that I didn't want to leave her.

I watched the clock crawl round as the afternoon dragged by. I knew better than to go home before 6 - arriving early would just mean that it was all over, and I would be leaving. Eventually, work finished, and I made my way home, pausing at the end of the road as the minutes crept towards the hour. Suddenly, it was one minute to six, and I stepped up to knock on my own front door.

The door swung open, and Louise was standing there, her long black hair matching the black thigh boots that she was still wearing. Her face was like thunder as she scowled at me in silence. I knew what I had to do - there would be no going back from this. I dropped to my knees, lowered my head, and started to lick and kiss her feet.

She stood monition less for a moment, the only sound being the slurping of my tongue, as it ran over the toes of her boots. Suddenly she lifted her foot to push me away.

"So I take it you have decided?"

Wordlessly I nodded my head.

"What? I can't hear you!"

"Yes" I muttered quietly. She screamed back at me

"Yes What!"

"Yes Louise?"

My face stung as she bent to slap me, my cheeks burning from a combination of embarrassment and fear.

"You don't get to call me that any more. From now on I am 'Mistress Louise', or just ...

... 'Mistress'!"

"Yes, Mistress Louise," I whispered. She laughed and turned to walk down the hall way towards our dining room, clicking me to follow her. There was a document on the table, which she pushed towards me, motioning me to it in the seat opposite her.

"You need to read this carefully, and then if you are prepared to go ahead, sign it. This is the final chance to leave. If you want to, you can go, we will separate, and our relationship will be over. But if you decide you want to stay, it will be on the terms set out here."

Her face softened and for an instant I saw the old Louise.

"We can never go back to how it was, and part of me regrets that. But if you decide you want to go forward, it has to be a one hundred percent commitment from both of us, so please take the time to read through this and decide what you want to do. I'm going to leave you alone - take as much time as you want. When you are finished, I will be in the sitting room."

She left me alone, and I started to read the document on the table, with the ominous title "Ownership Contract".

Louise was not a lawyer herself, but worked for a high powered team of solicitors, and the text had all the hallmarks of a legal and binding document. Although I wasn't sure if it would hold up in a court of law, there was no doubt that it was an impressive piece of work, and I wondered if she had help from her colleagues in preparing it. I started to read through the clauses.

There was quite a comprehensive section ...