When I woke up the next day, one of seven, I was still Wifey. She was in charge by the power of my aching cunt.
The outfit Andres had picked out for me was ridiculous. Barely legal. He did not allow me a bra and if there was a cold gust my nipples would show. It was a black sleek one piece that went down less than an inch beneath my botttom. He allowed me a very thin and provocative g string. I checked you could see my asshole beneath the fabric.
“It will be ok,” I thought to myself, “this is very exciting for our marriage and I can just see clients who I know have a thing for me and it would only help. ”
I still thought Andres was mistaking ordinary BDSM for some kind of philosopher’s stone. When I came into the kitchen he had me kneel next to him at his feet and look up at him smiling. He was insatiable for a loving smile with eye contact. His cock stirred and I could feel it move as I rested my face on his lap.
It was like falling in love again.
“Mohammad is coming with breakfast, ” he stroked my hear mentioning his favorite graduate student. “He is helping me design the relationship technique. He is really quite remarkable. This is no ordinary BDSM.” He said. Smiling down at me.
“I know thats what you think,” he playfully slapped my tits, which were definitely on shapely display in this dress.”Its ok, you confirmed one of my predictions. That the predisposition for Male Owner style relationship techniques is so common you could basically switch it on in most women, well at least at odds better than chance.” I was not persuaded.
“There is also a biochemical component. I have expanded into endocrinology and have a wonderful collaborator. You will meet her tonight. Her name is Juliet. You have to consume semen at least 3 times a day.” His face became stern as I feigned retching “this actually presents a problem because to a great extent I am edging just as you are. Constant sexual stimulation with dramatic earned release is an important component. Sadly to do my part I can only feed you cum once a day.”
My jaw dropped at these words. I had never swallowed cum in my life. How presumptuous.
“Check your email,” Andres manslapined, “I sent you 5 primary research articles on authentic recently discovered psychoactive benefits of consuming semen. But only in women off course.” He frowned. “If I could have just planned ahead I could have bottled mine.” Gross.
“I’m not fucking eating cum, ” answered Paige firmly, Wifey was now pinned by my outrage.
“Is that so?” answered Andres. No not Andres, Daddy. My male owner.
He took me with his brute strength like a wrestling move and pulled me up to his knee. He moved my dress up, my ass bare in my new ridiculous thong. He put his thumb in my mouth. I bit it. He did not let go but took control of my jaw.
“We have values about keeping our word as a couple don’t we” He spoke sternly but calmly. Underneath my abdomen feeling his cock throb evoked Wifey.
“We do,” I answered in a voice that was already prepared to obey this any command this born again beast in Andres expected. This Daddy.
“Suck my thumb while I spank you. Now that I am your Daddy I am going to raise you right. ” His words were so obscene and so arousing. Once again I was afraid and turned on. There is something about this feeling like falling. Only Wifey can feel this wonderful feeling.
He did and was doing it when Mohammad came in. There I was my ass out red and stinging and me sucking Daddy’s thumb like a stranger in front of one of Daddy’s subordinates. I had subordinates for Christ’s sake.
Andres was fond of Mohammad and had mentored him since he was an undergrad. Yes he was an immigrant but as far as I know he was a strict scientific atheist, with maybe one exception. The abominable Dungeons and Dragons. Andres and Mohammad hosted, in my house, this absurd game twice a month. I usually served ourduvres and then watched murder shows on Investigation Discovery. Now Mohammad was here and caught me red assed possessed by Wifey like a demon.
“Why you are quite beautiful Ms. Sepulveda,” Muhammad beamed innocently.
“Thank you” I chuckled and hid my face.
Andres moved my hand, “Gaze at him and smile. He complimented you on your sexiness, the least you can do is smile. He swatted my stinging ass once again.
“Have you debriefed her?” Asked Muhammad.
“I was hoping you would as well, hearing it from a more objective voice will maybe convince her that we are doing something much bigger than ordinary BDSM. ” It was amazing how he read my doubts.
“Well you are smart then Mrs. Sepulveda, it comes from BDSM many of our discoveries. They have a higher mental health quotient than vanillas, and the most popular kinks are based on traditional gender roles. Most popular by far….” Andres interrupted.
“Call her Paige from now on. Paige go kneel at Muhammad’s feet and smile and gaze at him as he debriefs you,”
“Yes Daddy, ” I was surprised I was being this submissive. I was daydreaming about the two of them fucking me. I had not been with another man in a very long time and my cunt was aching from being edged.
As I got up to walk towards Muhammad and kneel in front of him Daddy stood up behind me, so tall, and pushed down on my shoulders, “No, crawl.” He said calmly but firmly.
It was so humiliating but hot too. I understood that I wasn’t a prude. I just had a good husband.
“Look at him and smile while you crawl,” He encouragingly squeezed my sore bottom, “be sexy and obedient.” Those were the only two rules, or so he said. Which apparently meant that I was to dress like a slut and obey an infinite number of orders thought up on the fly. Muhammed smiled back.
I knelt at his feet and enjoyed his young face. He was 25. If I did anything with him it would make me a cougar. That thought came straight from my eager cunt.
“This is amazing!,” said Muhammad over me to Andres, “this is only day one?”
Andress put his finger over his lip commanding scilence and said, “We began last night?”
“Oh yes, of course,” Muhammad corrected himself, god knows from what? “So yes your insight about BDSM is not inaccurate. We have studied all sexual subcultures. We have also been following the most recent break throughs in physiological sexology and it turns out frequent semen consumption is essentially a cure all for psychiatric disorders. In females of course,” he chuckled nervously, “but we will get to that. In essence you are the pre pilot study, we will also recruit a few others who will try this relationship technique, as we call it. We need a better name, it truns out women are hard wired to actualize dramatically when the have a Male Owner.” I interrupted
“….Daddy you mean.” I was somewhat afraid that I would be punished for interrupting Muhammad though I had no reason to. I enjoyed that fear. Wifey gets cunt drunk on that fear.
We all three laughed, “I see,” Muhammad continued, “very insightful.”
“For men there are also many protocols but we believe for the outcomes to be ideal it is best if the female is not privy, she just gets to enjoy the results. Which like for you will be maximized well being. We believe this may essentially be a cure for divorce. It makes men and women medicine to each other, this technique. But there is the one non negotiable component, why in the animal kingdom we call it the Male Owner, ” I interrupted again.
“Obey and be sexy.” Muhammad looked back up at Daddy and he looked impressed. I felt very wet and very proud.
“Yes exactly. Women compete with one another for male attention. Essentially they also destroy each other in this competition, slut shaming is by far a greater female phenomena than a male one. ” Muhammad continued, ” So we believe that by giving women lots of male approval and male attention we hack this system, this is relatively to achieve but women’s prudishness is born of a fear of judgment, mostly from other women. Obedience , which women crave more than just for the purpose of being alluring, gives women the courage to flaunt sexually. If you thought of male attention as money, and for your little female body its worth more than that, there is enough to go around to make every woman a millionaire. If only she was able to completely let go and be sexy. Women need men to force them essentially, well force through seduction,”…..
Andres made the sign of silence again.
“Well that’s unecessary. So Andres is going to want you to allow other men to fondle you. In every instance but this one you choose, but he wants you to allow exactly the kind of thing women in #metoo destroy careers over. He has a hard limit. Your anus and vagina are only to allow his dick at this time,” Muhammad stood up, and plopped a huge young cock in front of my face.
“Now you need to feed that interrupting little mouth of yours, and remember while you do it you have to look up and smile. ” I was terrified.
“Do it baby, Daddy needs you too, ” Said Andres as he sat comfortably and watched. He had his phone out and was videoing me.
It was overwhelming. I didn’t want to. I felt pressured and coerced. I was afraid. Paige was afraid. But Wifey was afraid and turned on so she took Muhammads cock greedily into my mouth.
I don’t know how to deep throat, but I do know how to tease and worship a cock. I know how to make it cum. I have just always spit it out. But not this time. My gaze shifted to Andres who watched.
“Swallow it,” he said, his phone still filming. I did.
“Show me,” I opened my mouth for his phone. I had watched a lot of porn last night and had a conversion experience. I was eager to edge to porn again, and also very excited to be making some. Though Andres would probably just say it was “experimental documentation.”
“Now sit on his lap,” and with a belly full of Muhammad’s cum I did.
“Good girl,” he said. The first time another man ever called me that. Wifey radiated like a star when she heard those words.
Andres got up and put his thumb in my mouth, “She is a good girl,” and like petals of a flower I counted that the third time my husband spoke those beautiful words to me.
“Being sexy is important baby. I know last night was good but its only the beginning, for both of us. This technique is going to make us new people. Superior people.” He said without a doubt in his breath.
For a second I believed him, but then my thoughts were eclipsed by Muhammad’s hands on my tits. He effortlessly popped them out of my dress and began to suckle them.
“Paige if you get an opportunity to let a man do this to you allow it. You will chose the men of course. You must only forbid being fucked in your ass and cunt and I will fuck those plenty. You will simply tell men that you are a BDSM submissive and you are doing this for your dominant. And just like that you let him play with you. Always smile and gaze at them. Thats very important. And have them take pictures including a consent video otherwise they will fear repricussions. If any man hurts you or violates my rules I will kill him. You can tell him I said so. Be discerning and you should have no problem.”
I was shocked. Andres essentially told me to fuck other men. With my mouth at least. Was he going to fuck other women with his mouth?
“I won’t lay a finger on another woman,” he read my mind again. “This is about teaching you to be sexy and obedient. Now Muhammad and I need to go to work.”
Muhammad was pulling my thong into my inny pussy and masturbating it as Daddy gave me these terrifying slutty instructions. It was too much, I could feel like was cumming. My eyes pleaded as much as my voice, “Please Daddy…”
“It would make for good conditioning considering your expectations,” Muhammad said as he flossed my cunt more ardently. I was about to lose control on this boy’s lap at my Daddy’s command. I was ashamed. But I was also undeniably the sexiest I had ever been in my life.
“Yes Baby, go ahead,” andress patted my head like a dog. I came. Loudly. And humped Muhammad’s leg while doing it. It was a monstrous orgasm. Almost psychadelic.
“Good girl,” they both said almost giving me another one.
“Remember to edge on the way to your sales appointments Paige, and send us both a video of your progress. No cumming with anyone again until I say so. ” Daddy commanded.
I was back on the floor on my knees, almost delirious and unaware that I had shifted back to what was my new default position. “Yes Daddy, ” I said and smiled and looked them both in the eye. I was a good girl. But they forgot to say it again.
The orgasm did not undo the edging. If anything it made it worse. I had to masturbate again and soon. I couldn’t take the wand because my busy day would have me in the car. I decided to buy one. I decided, Wifey, decided to have my first client Paul meet me at the sex store.
I told him I knew it was weird but I was just buying a gag gift for a girlfriend. But I was really busy, and I closed it with the brilliant… “I bet its more fun than our usual business lunches.”
He sent back a laugh emoji and “of course.”
So I needed to masturbate before I left the house to meet the agreement to send both men a video. I put my phone on a tripod and rewatched all my new favorite pornos Andres had showed me last night. There really where about 3 that I absolutely loved.
My leg trembled when I halted my impending orgasm. I remembered “smile and gaze” and did so in front of the camera and sent it to both men. I felt great.
I had also masturbated in the clothes that had been picked out for me. That tiny thong was little but still soaked. I kind of liked it. I teased my wet aching pussy as I left the house to my car.
Paul liked me. He was very sweet though and would never try anything. Thats probably why I chose him first. It was a man who guaranteed approval and who was not likely to lose it if given an inch. He was also my first so kind of like training wheels. I have to confess I was daydreaming and hoping Andres would let me fuck other men? Could I tolerate him fucking other women?
I was early. I decided to be an over achiever and try edging with my hand. I’ve always been a wand girl but to my surprise my hand had new magic. Almost without thinking about it I was also double penetrating, training my little asshole for Daddy so he could put another man in there, oh god I was cumming. No. No. I stopped in time. I smiled and looked directly into the camera again before I sent the video.
No response. No “good girl,” it was making me sad when Paul startled me by knocking on the car window.
Paul was no looker. He was married. He was wealthy. My goal was just a simple renewal, but as I rolled my window basically panting I smiled so happily and looked him right in the eye and said “Paul so great to see you.”
I got out of my car. “Wow Paige you look amazing? Whats come over you ?”
“I don’t know,” I giggled and put my finger on my lip.
He giggled too and followed me into the store. I took his hand, for a second I feared rejection and then remembered it was Paul. “Excuse me where are the dildos?”
Paul looked nervous, and if I read his pants right, also hard. Muhammad’s cum didn’t exactly taste good, no man’s did, but I enjoyed doing it anyways. Much to my surprise. I decided that I was definitely going to practice on Paul and then see if I could find better men.
The cashier pointed near the porn. I never let go of Paul’s hand. And sweetly he never took it away. He was very sweet.
“Oh I loved this one,” I handed him a gang bang film I had never seen. Then held in each hand two dildos. “Which one is better?”
I started sucking each of them in front of him. I always smiled and glanced right in his eyes. The look on his face was petrified. But so was the thing in his pants, petrified as in made of stone.
I put both dildos in my mouth and mimicked taking two dicks while looking him right in the eye. “I think I will take both” I smiled as innocent as free as I had ever felt. I knew that this was Paul’s dreams of years of a proffessional relationship coming true. There had just been way too many hints over the years.
Of course he still tried to ruin it, “What is this about ? This isn’t for a gag gift?” Oh the horror of hearing a 40 year old man’s voice crack.
“I will explain and show at the same time I said,” bouncing my tits gleefully looking into his brown eyes and crow’s feet. Looking at his fear turn to admiration.
I put my arm around him and began filming us in selfie mode. “So to answer your question Paul, my husband and I have decided to get into some kinky stuff. He does have some rules: your dick can’t go in my ass or my pussy, but guess what..” I paused and went down as far on that dildo as I possibly could. Gagging and drooling like the girls in the porno movie.
I laughed, kissed his cheek and continued. “I Paige Sepulveda hereby consent to Paul doing anything he likes to me and my body aside from his cock in my pink little asshole or pussy. I also solemnly swear under penalty of litigation I shall never attempt black mail, and keep this encounter discreet, as it is a favor to me and my husband. ”
I pouted like a little girl as I sent him the video, “Don’t you wanna do me a favor Pauly.”
I asked, I had never called him Pauly or behaved this way before. This was a new me. This was Wifey.
“Shood I get a hotel room,” answered Paul as he finally got a clue.
“If you want,” I answered girlishly.
Pauly paid for the two dildos and lube. That was a nice surprise. We met at a cheap hotel. He gave me the key and said he needed a few drinks to loosen up. He would only be 10 minutes with a bottle of something and ice.
I took off all my clothes except my thong and knelt by the door. Almost by instinct.
When he came in he had a bottle of whiskey and ice. He bent down and kissed my face. He took a drink directly from the bottle. I could see he was still nervous. I was going to have to help him.
“Here Pauly use these on me, ” I said as I crawled on all fours on an ottoman and put my face down with my ass in the air. I had seen a girl in one of the movies do it last night. “Go ahead Pauly, I want you too both holes. ”
Pauly didn’t say anything, and he looked at my face often. I was always smiling and looking right into his eyes. Always reassuring him. On a weak man like Paul it was really obvious how powerful the eye contact and smile really where. Maybe Daddy was onto something.
He got brave and started double penetrating me with toys and making me moan hard.
“Can I really fuck your mouth he hasked.” He was hard and frustrated and I had taken teh initative to jerk him off.
I answered him by lovingly kissing his dick and looking up at him smiling, “please fuck my mouth, please show me what a sexy girl I am sir.” Wifey spoke many strange things Paige would never say.
He did feed me his dick. He was fucking my face hard and holding the back of my head. He was only using one dildo now with the other hand. The one in my ass moving in perfect rhythm with his thrusts against my lips. Luckily Paul was not too big. Much smaller than Muhammad or Andres. Kind of perfect for my first harsh face fucking.
He was quiet no longer. Grunting and announcing he was going to cum. I got excited like I was about to get a liquid compliment. And then I did.
I looked Paul right in the eye and smiled as I swallowed.
After that we hung out and I explained everything frankly. Pauly was just in our little secret circle now. He asked if he could film me edging for Muhammad and Andres and I said yes. I really enjoyed him watching me masturbate. I always looked at him and smiled. He masturbated too while filming me. Unlike me he came again.
After a few cocktails at the hotel bar he told me, “I know it was not your intention, but there is no way you could do that for a man like me and me not double my accounts. “He signed the papers and cut the check right there. Doubling my goal.
Much to my surprise I found myself asking if I could rent porn after he left. Paul was a gentleman and had paid for the room. I even hiked up my skirt and fingered my pussy while asking. Discreetly, but right there on a bar stool.
“If you give me your panties,” he said. Paul was such a creepy little man. Now I liked that about him.
“Of course,” I answered handing him my soaked panties.
“I wonder if I could ever talk my wife into trying this?” he mused rhetorically. Kissed my cheek and left.
With two new dildos and free hotel porn I went eagerly in my pantiless slut uniform to edge. I would get Daddy and Muhammad to both say “good girl,” again. Mark my word.
Mark Wifey’s word.