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My Husband, My Slave--Part 4

Date: 5/15/2017, Categories: Fiction, Body modification, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Slavery, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 92, Source: sexstories.com

CHAPTER 7 We slept in on Saturday and I gave John a rare day off. Other than taking my urine, washing me in my morning shower, and preparing our meals he was free to explore his own interests. He spent the morning on the computer playing games or on the internet checking email. I was surprised when, after lunch, he sat in his place with his head resting gently against my thigh. “Are you sure that’s what you want to do, John?” “Yes, Miss Sophie—I love being here, giving you my full attention and receiving yours. I always feel at peace here. May I worship your feet?” “Of course, John—you know how much I love that. I only wish I had known years ago how much you loved my feet.” I leaned down to kiss him before he scrambled to my feet. John began by kissing and sucking on each toe. Damn! That felt absolutely heavenly. He continued by licking my soles while massaging the balls of my foot. I had always found John’s foot massages relaxing. If only I had a glass of wine I’d feel complete. John must have read my mind because he suddenly jumped up and ran to the kitchen. He returned a minute later. “I thought you might enjoy a glass of wine with your massage, Miss Sophie.” I thanked him with a smile as I leaned back, took a sip, and closed my eyes. What a way to spend a Saturday afternoon. John spent the better part of an hour on my feet, even rubbing in an aromatic lotion that always made my skin feel soft and smooth. “Stand up, John—right here in front of me.” He was shocked when I ... opened his pants and dropped them to his ankles. Opening his cage I asked, “Who owns these things?” “You…you do, Miss Sophie,” John gulped. “That’s right, I do. Stand perfectly still and keep your hands behind your head.” I leaned down to plant a quick kiss on the tip of his cock. John’s response was to tremble and shake. He was hard in an instant and he trembled terribly once I took him fully into my mouth. Wrapping my tongue around the head of John’s organ only made it worse. I knew I could tease him unmercifully forever until I hurt him. Taking mercy (?) on John I reached down to squeeze his balls. He erupted almost immediately into my mouth and throat. I held as much of his cream as I could in my mouth. He opened obediently when I pulled him down for a kiss and licked me clean. I licked John’s cock clean and locked him up again. He placed his head on my thigh again once his pants were back in place. John raised his hand and spoke when I acknowledged it. “May I give you one, Miss Sophie?” “Thank you, John, but I’m still recovering from last night. To be honest, I’m a bit sore. Daniel stretched me farther than any man has ever in my life. It was quite the experience, but I’m still hopelessly in love with you. I am thinking, though, of doing away with my panties. They always seem to be in the way.” I stood up, dropped my Capri’s and pulled off my thong then sat back down naked below my waist. “I think you’ll enjoy this a bit more, won’t you?” Laying his cheek against my thigh, ...