Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... coherent thought difficult. "I, I,... uh, I don't know what I was thinking Sir. I don't think I was thinking Sir. Lately I've just found myself looking at them... sometimes."

"You just 'find yourself looking' huh?" Mr. Lester stood looking as his wife, thinking, mulling over his next move. He stood gazing at her a long time before finally speaking in a much softer, almost tender tone.

"Well I guess maybe you need help remembering you're not supposed to look. Maybe I have an overinflated belief in the effectiveness of my training techniques, or of your respect for my authority. I'm sorry Kay. I suppose this is, in the end, your Master's fault. I had thought your slavery was more internalized than seems to be the case and that's on me. It is, in the end, a Master's obligation to assure his slave is properly disciplined. It seems something more structural was needed to assure your obedience in this matter.

"So, I ask you Kay, once more: do you still desire to be my slave; subject to my will in all matters?"

"Yes Sir. Please help your slave to obey you."

"If you want to be my slave, and you want to obey your Master and you find that you can't, then you lack discipline. I will help you find the discipline needed to be what you say you want to be.

"Slut, it is not always possible that new strangers' be arranged for you. Also, I sometimes like the way one or another man uses you - your reactions to them - so I have them return. But that is for my enjoyment and ...

... knowledge alone. More critical is your nature, which is that you are a profound slut. There is in you a very deep craving to be used by complete strangers. Why this is true I don't know, really, but it's obvious to me that being given to complete strangers, suffering pain for their arousal; being used as a piece of fuck-meat... this use feeds a craving in you that is deep and as I said, profound."

Lester reached between his wife's thighs, inserted three fingers into her slick, open pussy. "You see slut, just talking about this swells your pussy. You're already open to receive cock. Isn't that right slut?"

Kay groaned. Her body didn't lie. Despite her humiliation, or because of it? she was utterly aroused. There was something about being punished in front of this stranger, having her nature so blatantly dissected for his benefit. It was one thing to acquiesce, to make her body available for him to use by order of her Master. But to claim it, be made to own it, to have it pinned to her so publicly... To have this stranger witness her surrender, her craving for his abuse made so plain to him... it rendered her even more vulnerable, made it even more shameful that she was willingly being given away by her Master to be used. "Yes Sir."

"'Yes Sir',what, slut?"

"Yes Sir, my cunt is wet just thinking about taking this man's cock while you watch him have me. I'm your devoted slut Sir. When I suffer at their hands, I suffer for your pleasure and that makes the pain sweet to me. ...