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

    as I had done hundreds, if not thousands, of times and he responded as he had ever since our first time together as Mistress and slave, sealing his lips against my cunt. He was shocked when I pulled back laughing. “Not tonight, darling; tonight this exists only to bring you the utmost pleasure. Lie back and enjoy.” Moving back down his body my lips and tongue found his hard but slender cock. I slowly ran the tip up the sensitive underside of his organ causing John to tremble from the rapture he was feeling. It was about to get a lot better. Moving back down I took each of his swollen balls into my mouth, enjoying his smooth hairless skin immensely. My tongue washed over each sensitive gland. John bucked in response even as I slowly released each orb with a pop. John’s breathing was already rapid and shallow when I moved up, straddled his hips, and lowered myself onto his rigid shaft. As was my habit I began to move, rubbing my clit into John forcefully, en route to my first orgasm. Normally, I would do this for an hour or more, experiencing as many as six, before allowing John to drown my cunt with his baby cream. Tonight I had something entirely different in mind. I jammed my sharp fingernails into his nipples after only a few minutes. He was completely conditioned by now, having associated the excruciating pain with extreme pleasure hundreds of times. I usually fucked John every day, using him for my own pleasure and to reward him for his faithful service and, of course, ...
    for his unswerving love. John came hard as soon as my nails dug into him, but I wasn’t done yet. I continued to fuck him using his slippery semen as a lubricant and five minutes later I pinched him so hard I drew blood. Again John ejaculated into my already drowning cunt. Still I fucked John, moving as hard and as quickly as I could. I was just about ready to cum when I pinched John again. We came together in what seemed to be a mountain of ecstasy. I collapsed onto John’s chest, licking the trickles of blood from his wounds. “Very well done, slave…very well done.” We stayed there for almost an hour before we had the energy to struggle into the shower. I ordered room service once we were out and dry. We slept extremely well that evening. I had a full breakfast in the dining room the following morning; John had tea with honey and several pieces of toast with butter and jam—doctor’s orders. A taxi took us to the Schissel Clinic in minutes where we were greeted at the door by a young blond nurse who identified herself as Nurse Anja. I was shocked by her uniform—her tits were hanging out and the dress’s hem barely covered her ass. A minute later we were in Dr. Schissel’s office. Dr. Schissel, a short woman with her grey hair tied neatly into a tight bun and her white lab coat open and flowing, entered to greet us a minute or so later. “Welcome! You are obviously Sophie…and this must be John.” She shook my hand and when she approached John he stood and she shook his. “I have forms ...
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