For a long time I looked at the photo, unexpectedly found by me in the Internet. On it a naked woman with a beautiful figure passionately sucked the male member. It would seem that nothing unusual, because such photos are complete, but the fact that kept me in a stupor for more than 10 minutes was that my wife was in the photo.

At first I tried to drive away this thought, because the girl was wearing a mask, but I could not confuse the elegant figure of my young wife and the birthmark on her sweet ass. The link to the photo led to the BDSM dating site, where the couple - the lord and his slave were looking for another slave. In the questionnaire there were several more albums with photos, but alas, they were password protected. I was tormented by the thought of how my wife could hide everything from me when she had time to become slaves, why she likes it ... I was disturbed by the idea that while I was at work, my faithful housewife was following orders from another man, satisfying everything his whim.

I did not know what to do. At first I thought of calling my wife, but there would have been a scandal, and a divorce would follow. I loved my Marina very much. No, I decided. First you need to figure it out, because it’s still not a fact that she’s in the photo. I wrote to the owner of the questionnaire that they interested me, asking to give access to the albums. Having closed the laptop, I went to my wife and literally pounced on her, tearing off her clothes. We haven't had such sex for a long time. The feeling that maybe during the day she was sucking and putting her holes to another, she was treated like a fuck, made me wildly excited. Soon I received the answer as follows: “I do not give access to anyone. I need a slave to help my bitch. You are required to readiness to carry out my orders, to be ready for any punishment, and also not to hide anything from your Master. If you wish, petition me as a slave. Describe yourself, take a photo and send it to me. In the photo you will have to be in women's stockings, shoes with heels, bra. Choose everything in the intimate area. Address me only Master. "

Having bought the necessary, (at work I have a separate office) I took the necessary pictures, covering my face with my palm. He wrote to Mister and again asked for access to the albums. The gentleman did not take long to wait and in the evening I received an answer, in which by 10 o'clock I had to go to the restaurant to meet with the Lord. There was no question of any access. I thought what to say to my wife, but after returning from work, she said that she needed to go to her mother and she would be back at 11 o'clock. So much the better - I thought. No need to invent anything. Arriving at the place, I found that the restaurant was expensive and it had separate rooms, fenced with thick curtains. In one of these rooms I found the Master.

He was about 40, athletic, well-dressed, clearly provided. With a gesture, he pointed to a chair across from me. “So,” he began. "My name is Oleg. But this name is not for you. Once you have come, then your intentions go beyond virtual communication. ” “Actually, I did not ... - I tried to insert. “Silence!” The gentleman said quietly, but very confidently. "Listen to me carefully. Did you start all this because you wanted to know if your wife was a whore? Yes, she is my slave for 2 years. You think she is at her mom's house, you are mistaken, look under the table. ” I was numb. Under the table was really my wife, completely naked, on her knees, her hands were put behind her back, in a collar with the inscription "Marina bitch." I could not say a word. A member of the treacherous rose from what he saw. "Dear ... you ... but ...", - only I could squeeze out. “She will be silent until I order her!” Mr. Sir continued quietly to tear down my consciousness, now for sure of my wife. “My bitch recognized you, despite the fact that you covered your face as well as you recognized her on that photo.Considering that you didn’t scandal, passionately had sex with your wife, knowing her position as a whore, and then you yourself made me pictures as a girl, I come to the conclusion that you can become my slave. To make it easier for you to make a decision, I will explain that you are so long ago. You are engaged in sex with the wife, as I will want and then when I want, as all its actions under my control. She does not always swallow my sperm, sometimes I allow her to leave a little for you, because you like her kiss when you come back from work. Then she designed your ass with a finger, too, not by her whim. ”

Mister unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis. “Come on fucking!” He commanded his wife. The wife instantly began to greedily suck his dick, having had time to thank the Lord for the honor. "Now you," he turned to me. "Climb under the table and make your wife's company." My thoughts were confused, I did not understand, I felt broken. The remnants of pride and reason whispered that you need to stop everything and take your wife away from it all, sending this smug bastard away. After a moment, my lips slid down the trunk of my new Lord, his wife licked his testicles. I did not even notice how Mr. Oleg put a collar on me, on which was “Slut Olya”. “Olga, Marinochka smile!”. The gentleman took a couple of shots. “A photo of how you suck my dick to me, will now be standing at your home as a family portrait,” the Master said. “And you have Olga,” he looked at me, also on the desktop at work. Marinka gently shoved me with her elbow. I guessed that I should thank the Lord.

Calling the waiter, our Lord asked for the bill. After a while he began to finish. I thought I couldn’t swallow cum (although I couldn’t have thought about taking a member in my mouth before), but an unknown force made me swallow every last drop. Asking the waiter not to leave, the Lord began to count him out, while shouting to us: “Hey, stop there whores, get out, once you have done your job.” I had to get out first because my wife was wearing clothes lying next to her. I have never experienced such humiliation. The waiter himself was a little embarrassed, but I did not see it. I looked at the floor, not daring to raise my eyes. My "I" was crushed, and I could not resist it. Am I really a slave in the shower, like my wife. My Marinochka crawled out from under the table, giving the Lord 2 leashes. He hitched them to our collars. "Well, now forward to the parking lot, I will drop you home." Thunder struck me. Now not only the waiter, but also the people in the hall will see me and my wife being led like dogs. I was afraid to move. “If you don’t want to go like this, I’ll make you half-and-half on all fours,” the Master said sternly. It worked for me. I obeyed.

As we walked, I remember badly, I tried not to look at people, but one thing I understood was that from that moment my wife no longer belonged to me, and I did not belong to myself ... We are the property of the Lord.

To be continued...

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