After a couple of years of such activity, her husband (now Master), comes home and the above story takes place. She looked at me, a little tear in her eye, "I think you can but I understand why you think differently. Just know that if you want, it's okay. And think about it my love." She closed her eyes, tired from the days effort, and drifted off to sleep leaving me to think about what she'd just said. I tried to put the idea out of my mind but it just kept worming its way deeper and deeper into my brain. Hump the floor, slut." I start humping the floor because I am so incredibly horny. He brings over a pillow from the bedroom. "Now hump this pillow." He laughs, knowing it turns me on to be degraded like a stupid slut. My first serious one was with a girl named Constance. She was an Asian girl from Toronto who had a real fetish for Overwatch erotica. Violent Overwatch erotica. I liked her but she had... issues. The scenes she wanted me to write were... I think 'extreme' might be to gentle a word. I have no problem going dark with my fantasies but not that dark. It put me in this really weird mental place with her. When we weren't talking about sex or writing the extended Overwatch novella that we were collaborating on, she was really cool and intelligent. I liked her a lot. When she ghosted me for a week (as it turned out, she was being stalked IRL by somebody and thought it was me) I was devastated. I realized that our flirting and sexy talk had built an actual emotional attachment. The whole thing had grown slowly and I hadn't even realized what was happening. It was my first warning sign about this lifestyle and what it might entail emotionally.

I grab Emily’s tits and say “look at these perky big tits, Mila. They’re so much better than your old saggy ones.” Then I run my hands over to Emily’s ass and say “and look at this bitch’s round ass. And this pussy? I just need some young tight pussy for a change. Don’t you hear how wet she is for me?” Would we be just John and Lily, slut? Or would we be Master and kitten?" Kitten was the only thing she liked that I thought was a little odd. She wasn't into actual petplay (thank God) but really liked it when I called her Kitten in moments of sweetness. Of course, she also liked to be called a dumb bimbo bitch so there was plenty of variety. I nodded, ashamed of what I perceived to be my own weakness. Helen saw it differently. She rolled over on her elbow, wincing only slightly but a twinkle in her eye spoke of another emotion. Intrigue. "Tell me..." she said with desperation.Soon it became the only thing I would think about when I was touching myself, and I’d cum like a freight train. Usually multiple times. My boyfriend also enjoyed this. That he had essentially trained me to only get off when I was feeling degraded or humiliated. Coleman, Julie (1 January 1999). Love, Sex, and Marriage: A Historical Thesaurus. Rodopi. ISBN 9042004339 . Retrieved 22 November 2016– via Google Books. After that, I needed more so he skyped with another woman and they ended up masturbating with one another. Seeing him exposing himself and touching himself to this woman made me animalistic, I needed more. It was so hot watching them both cum to one another, I knew it was just going to get better than this. Does my sub wife want to cum?" Ethan asks endearingly, then he puts his tongue in my mouth. He tasted like a woman's cunt. It made me even hornier.

I know... I'm not saying I don't. I just don't want to be carrying this burden of ALSO making you unhappy." I rush into the dining room "Clean up this mess. Then bring Marissa and I a drink." he says getting up from the table. Her growing dominance and nasty streak towards me was at complete juxtaposition with how she was with my boyfriend. For him she was completely submissive. He is a highly dominant man so that was no surprise to me. What was a surprise though was the tender and passionate way in which he treated her and her submission. He had only ever been cruel and twisted with me.

My plan started to come to life. I set up a time for all three of us to go out to eat and talk about what happened. My lover first apologized about seducing me into a one night stand that ended up lasting a while. She also told my wife that we had not had sex in a while and are still just good friends. We sat and talked for a few hours, having some drinks to take the edge off and soon enough my wife said it would be okay for me to continue to hang out with her. May I eat with you both master?" I whimper out while bringing their plates to the dining table. Before master could open his mouth Marissa answers "No." I complied. My face touched the floor and I lay face down with my clit so engorged I can feel it stimulated while touching the cold, hard floor. Baby should we have her call me mistress. So, she knows her place." Marissa coos into my master's ear.

Helen's eyes looked at me lustily. Helen didn't have a bisexual bone in her body. She knew I knew that. "Then do it. Make her do it and my cunt will gush, Master. I want to see you... dominate her." I first started having doubts when me and my friend Amy were in the bathroom getting ready for him. I normally avoid situations where I'm naked in front of other women or other women are naked around me, it's always made me uncomfortable. Considering what we were about to do I decided that changing separately would just be silly. The self-conscious thoughts started when I realised just how much hotter than me she was. Ten years younger than and the tanned body of a goddess. Blonde hair, blue eyes and a supermodel's face. Her body was perfectly slim besides her heavy breasts and juicy butt. Her pussy was shaved, showing off the soft pink flesh. I looked down at myself. I was okay-looking but my chest and butt were very flat. I was not on the same universe as her. "Amy, you look amazing" I said, fishing for compliments myself "I got some competition tonight!" Amy smiled as she applied her make-up "I'm just here to help, Denise. This is all about you and Jeff". She touched my naked hip, I felt a little more uncomfortable. "Besides, you look great too". She hasn't cum all week. Do you think she deserves to cum tonight my love?" Master asks kissing Marissa's shoulder. I wanted to show you the types of conversations he has with other women, they turn me on so much. I like him texting him women because then I can read them and he knows the more sexual he is with them the more I get turned on and jealous, it’s like reading my own private erotic stories.I begged John not to do this and that I knew he wasn't truly evil and to call the police, but he did do it. He climbed onto the bed and held my naked, hog-tied body in place from behind while Svetlana pushed her cunt into my face again. She put a finger inside her herself and fished around. "I think you came too deeply in me and not much came out on her face," she laughed to John. "I gotta dig it out for a minute. Or maybe you've already cum in me so many times today and last night that you're a little empty," she added. Maybe... you know... find a girlfriend... a friend with benefits... or friends even. Just come home to me and maybe tell me about it afterwards?" She turned toward my husband and they both hugged and made out in front of me. "How could you do this to me?!" I suddenly shouted through the tears but my voice broke. "How could you do this to me, John?" I repeated again and again. That is a lovely idea. Cumdump, you will refer to Marissa as mistress from now on." he says wiping the tears from my cheeks. You don't. I promise," I said and kissed her forehead softly. She snuggled into my arms, grunting with the exertion of moving.