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

    doorway holding him. I couldn’t believe he was actually here. “Is…it…really you, John?” “Yes, it is me, Sophie. Why don’t we go in? We need to talk.” Still holding tightly onto John, I felt myself lifted from the floor and carried bodily to the living room. John placed me on the couch and sat next to me. “How has the last month been, Sophie? Have you missed me?” “Oh God, John—I thought I’d never see you again. I’ve been such a fool. Can you ever forgive me?” “That depends on what happens in the next five minutes. First, let me tell you about Nurse Anja. She came to see me every day when you left, both in the morning and in the evening, too. She made a lot of comments about how she wouldn’t make me drink her urine or how she wouldn’t whip me if I was hers. At first I thought she was interested in me and wanted me as her slave then she told me that she and Dr. Schissel felt that you didn’t appreciate me as I was so you tried to make me into something that I wasn’t. They came up with this scheme to teach you a lesson and, more importantly, they taught me how to be a man again although the divorce papers are real and I will make use of them if necessary. “Now, Sophie I will come back to you, but there are some conditions.” “Anything, John…please,” I begged. “First, I will no longer be your slave—no urine drinking, no whipping, no nakedness at home, no crawling—none of the other bullshit either and absolutely no cuckolding.” “I agree. Oh, John—I can’t believe you’re actually ...
    here. I’ve been sick without you.” “I expect to get my car back and money to spend and we’ll get a cleaning service. I promise that I’ll never go to the strip club again.” “I said ‘anything’ and I meant it. I already hired people to do the house and yard.” “Good, then there’s only one thing left.” I looked into John’s eyes with hope as he picked me up from the couch and carried me into the bedroom. “We will make love every single day except when your doctor says we can’t because it might hurt the baby. We’re going to have a family, at last.” I broke down, crying from the joy I felt as John tore the clothes from my body, threw me on the bed and fucked me all morning, afternoon, and night. We stopped only when we were too tired to continue then John insisted on cleaning my cunt and abdomen. I insisted on doing his, loving having his organ in my mouth and throat. He also punished me first for withholding information about my inheritance and later for making him endure the penis enlargement treatment. He bent me over his knee and spanked me both times, but kissed each of my red cheeks once he was done. Then, on Sunday, we did it all over again, fucking until we could barely stand. It was the best, most orgasmic experience of my life even though John’s cock had shrunk almost all the way back to its original size. John told me it began to shrink only a few days after I left and was down to its current size a week later. It was now only one-half inch longer and a quarter inch wider, but ...
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