1. 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

    bet you’re a very smart man.” “I have my moments, just like everyone else, but Miss Sophie doesn’t seem to think so. All I do is clean the house, tend to the yard, and cook. She does fuck me every day, but she made it so I can’t cum unless she hurts me.” “That’s terrible, John. How does your penis feel now? May I touch it?” She pulled back the blanket and pushed John’s shorts down his hips and legs to his knees. “Miss Sophie will be angry if she catches you. She whips me when she gets angry.” “I’d never whip you, John…never. Is it sore?” “It’s a bit tender, but you’re not hurting me. It feels good.” “I’m glad, John. How about this? Oh, by the way, the front door is locked so Miss Sophie will have to ring before she can get in. Dr. Schissel has given her permission. She agrees that Sophie has done terrible things to you—thing you don’t deserve.” She moved up to kiss John, pushing her tongue onto his mouth. It danced with John’s once he reacted. Breaking the kiss she turned her attention to his cock, licking and sucking it until it grew and stiffened. Then she continued, turning John on and pinching his nipples until he came—slick white semen gushing into her mouth and throat. Anja grinned wildly as she licked his organ until it was spotless. “Your cum is delicious, John. I’d do that every day if you were mine.” “That’s nice, Miss Anja, but it’s just wishful thinking.” “Is it? I wonder if you’d say that if you knew everything.” She continued, telling John things about Sophie ...
    he never dreamed of, continuing until they heard the doorbell ring. CHAPTER 8 I was surprised that the clinic’s door was locked when I returned, but I thought that perhaps there was concern for John’s safety and confidentiality. Nurse Anja came to the door after only a few minutes to admit me. I was surprised that her uniform was a bit askew, but assumed that she had rushed from some task at the doctor’s bidding. Rushing to John’s room, I was surprised at his greeting. He was somewhat reticent and withdrawn. He seemed to open up a bit as we talked through the day. There was no TV in the room as Dr. Schissel had told me, “Your TV is terrible, but ours is even worse. Only the commercials have any value. John may read some of the books in our library if he wishes.” I helped him into his robe and slippers then walked him slowly to the library. The collection was surprisingly up-to-date with contemporary novels by Clive Cussler and Lee Child among others. John selected two and we walked back to his room. Nurse Anja met us halfway and asked if we would care for a drink. “Coke or Pepsi would be great,” John replied. I declined as it was almost time for lunch. John had just removed his robe and lay back on the bed when Anja walked in with a large Styrofoam cup with a cover and straw. John smiled broadly, thanking the nurse repeatedly as he drank deeply. I assumed his thirst was a side effect of the morning’s sedation. Two schnitzel dinners were wheeled in to the room an hour later. ...
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