1. My Husband, My Slave--Part 2


    Date: 7/27/2017, Categories: Fiction, Cuckold, Cum Swallowing, Female Domination, Slavery, Torture, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    you sit on the couch. I’ll join you in a minute.” I mixed the drink in the kitchen then carried both back to where Clark was seated. “I can’t understand why your husband allows this. I’m not complaining, mind you, but I was shocked when you phoned me. I’m not a young man any longer so other than an occasional pick-up I don’t get it much. My wife has decided it no longer interests her.” “John is a bit strange, Clark. He loves fucking me, but he’s a bit small. Every now and then I need something bigger in me. He knows it’s only a one-time thing and he’ll get to fuck me later. I must tell you that I keep him in chastity. I won’t go into details, but his cock is safely locked up until I decide to free him.” “I guess you’re the boss at home as well as at work.” “You might say that, but why don’t we finish up these drinks and get down to business?” I downed the rest of my wine and led Clark to the bedroom. Once there I handled the introductions, “Clark, this is my husband, John. John, you’ve heard me mention Clark several times.” “Good evening, Clark; thank you for giving Sophie the pleasure she deserves.” “Thank you, John—thanks for being willing to share Sophie.” I started to undress Clark, but he pushed me back onto the bed and ripped my peignoir and nightie from my body. “Clark…what are you doing?” “Just what you want my dear—I’m going to fuck you, but first I’m going to make you pay for making me wait all those years. I’m going to hurt you then I’m going to fuck your lights ...
    out and when I’m done I’m going to kill you and your wimp husband, too.” He was so occupied with raping me that he failed to see John cut through his bonds and leap from the chair. Grabbing his hair he pulled Clark off me. Now I was worried for John. He’s not the strongest man I’ve ever known. He had Clark in a headlock while hanging on his back. Clark staggered a bit and when he did I jumped from the bed and kicked him in the balls. He screamed and bent over, but that couldn’t and didn’t stop me from doing it again. Meanwhile, John was choking him. I made him stop when Clark was gasping for breath. “Help me get him downstairs. Take the handcuffs from my top dresser drawer and lock his wrists behind his back. John retrieved the cuffs and was back before Clark could react. A few seconds later he was secured. “You could have fucked me—several times if you wished—but you had to get rough. Now I’ll show you what rough really is.” We brought him to his feet and forced him down the basement stairs. “You can either walk, Clark, or I’ll have John push you. It’s your choice.” He walked. John attached the leather cuffs to his ankles then locked them to the floor chains. They were spread painfully, but that was just the beginning. I threaded the rope through the two hanging chains and tied it to the handcuffs. Once that was done I pulled his wrists up—much higher than I had with John. There was tremendous strain on his shoulders. One more thing to do; “John, get the video camera and the ...
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