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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

tripod.” “You might think about calling the cops, but if you do this video is going to become public. You won’t want that once you see what I’m going to do to you.” John was back in a flash with the video equipment and he’d been kind enough to bring a terrycloth robe for me. “Thank you, darling.” I wrapped it around my body and tied the sash before addressing Clark again. “John is my slave, Clark. This is where he receives discipline. It’s also where you’re going to be disciplined. John, get a razor knife from your workbench and cut Clark’s clothing from his body.” He started to protest, screaming that he’d get his revenge. He’d drop my company. I laughed. “That’ll be great, Clark. Your biggest competitor has been meeting with us and the only thing that’s held us back has been your business, but now we won’t have that conflict of interest, will we? You might also want to know that he’s promised us much more than your company ever could.” John began by cutting up Clark’s pant leg and through his belt then he worked the other side and Clark was naked from the waist down. I removed his shoes and socks while John cut away his shirt. Moving to my cabinet I donned a full-face mask--something I had to intimidate John if necessary--to hide my identity. I also grabbed my favorite cane then I handed John a ball gag. He enjoyed ramming it into Clark’s mouth. I spoke again before beginning. “Anyone who views this will see you and be able to identify you. John is really quite talented in ... this regard. He’ll alter my voice and his when he does the voiceover. He’ll have it done before we release you. It will be somewhere in the cloud, whatever that is, and he’ll set it up so we have to access it regularly in order to prevent it from being released. Don’t forget that I have a number of email addresses for your company including all the board members and your CEO. I’ll bet we can get some way to notify your wife from your phone. I’m sure they’ll enjoy seeing you on the receiving end of my strap-on. Okay, enough talking—how many do you think, John?” “At least three dozen, Miss Sophie.” “That would be per cheek, wouldn’t it?” “Whatever you say, Miss Sophie—you’re the boss.” “You can start with a close-up of his face. Wait until I pull his head up.” John began to film as I pulled Clark’s head up. He zoomed in, pausing when Clark’s face filled the screen then zoomed in even closer to show the red ball gag in his mouth. I loved his narration. He would alter our voices so they couldn’t be recognized and parts of my body, too with those squiggly lines we sometimes see on TV or even the internet. I released Clark’s head, stepped back, and swung the cane. I was an expert now, having practiced many times on John’s poor butt. It had helped him toward blind obedience, something that was his routine now. My second blow wasn’t even a quarter inch above the first. Over and over I belted Clark’s left cheek. I could hear him scream in agony even with the gag. I was sure that John ...