- I want to play role-playing games, my wife told me on her 30th birthday. I will be powerless slave, and you are my master.

I happily agreed. We bought all kinds of toys at the sex shop, and I fucked my faithful, calling her a whore, splashing the whip, tying, in general, trying to match her desires. But still she was not impressed.

- You see, she said to me, you are still my husband, I feel your love, tenderness, besides, only laughter can cause severity in your performance. I want more. She showed me a BDSM site, which, apparently, gave birth to all these fantasies. There really slaves were treated cruelly, without any ceremony at all.

- Are you really eager to experience all this? The poor girls here and breathe do not give. Handled like a cattle, and what a thrill of all this?

- Yes, I really want to go through all this, to fully submit to brute force, believe me, if it did not bring pleasure, there were not so many BDSM fans. Even among men there are lower slaves. Look, what a cool photo - husband and wife wearing collars on their knees in front of the Boss.

- Some kind of nonsense, I hope you throw it all out of my head.

- No way, I already called one agency that deals with this, and found out everything. In total for a moderate amount, a professional master will arrange for me an unforgettable session of watch for 3. Dear, will you give me a present?

- And if he fuck you there will be in all holes?

- Yes, let him do what he wants. This is not a betrayal. I love only you, just experiment a little, but in old age there is nothing to remember. We just pay him the pleasure that he gives me. Well, I will allow you later on your birthday to invite us to bed some dazzling beauty. I agree?

I hesitated a little, but agreed. In the end, a little adventure does not hurt us.

In the BDSM salon we were met by a pretty blonde in a short skirt, sat down at a round table, asked us to fill out a questionnaire, point out a taboo, and read the contract according to which the spouse became the property of the Lord for 3 hours. From the taboo wife chose blood, dirt, scat. Everything else, even public humiliation and golden rain, she left. The contract was purely declarative, as I understood it, had more symbolic meaning.

After a while, the Lord himself came, who, contrary to my expectations, turned out to be extremely young, not more than 25 years old, but very arrogant. We greeted each other, but he did not give us the answer. He sat down and began to read the questionnaire.

- Everything is clear with you! - he suddenly broke the silence. Have you signed the contract?

- Not yet, we answered.

- What are we waiting for, sign and start.

We put our signatures. After that, the new Mister slapped his wife.

- What are you doing sat cunt. Quickly on your knees, kiss your hand and more, so that not a word, until I allow you to speak.

Wife obeyed. She knelt and kissed the jerk's hand.

- That's better fucking! The gentleman took her hair and spat straight in the face.

- Honey it's too much, let's get out of here.

In response, my dear only shook her head.

- Do you really want to endure all this?

She nodded. At this time, the Boss put a collar on her, fastened the leash and said caustically:

“Not only she wants it all, but you have just signed a contract.” And now wait for her here, while I will train the bitch.

At my request to be present, the Lord refused, because he does not need the audience, and I can be with his wife only as his slave.

- You will kiss a hand, you will be with the bitch. If not, as you know. See the slut, your hubby has thrown you. He pulled the leash and my spouse on all fours followed him down the corridor to the vast hall where, before the door slammed, I saw a machine, a cross, and other devices for flogging and torture.

Left alone, I did not know what to do. I could not leave, but it was just flour to stay and just wait. As luck would have it, there were BDSM magazines with slaves, in the place of which I represented my wife. After a while, a sweet secretary appeared who tried to calm my excitement.

- Do not be nervous, your spouse is now experiencing unthinkable pleasure. I myself was and am a slave for the Lord. Every day I get more and more pleasant sensations from humiliation and his orders, which I obey without question.

“And what if he orders to sleep with me, a complete stranger, will you do this?”

- Believe me, I have repeatedly executed such an order of the Lord, which is why our bdsm agency has a convenient location with a relatively inexpensive rent. Besides, I learn a lot from him. For example, with my young man, who has already made me a marriage proposal, I play an exclusively dominant role. Perhaps I will bring you some coffee. She got up and bent slightly to remove the magazines from the table, her short skirt rode up, and I noticed the lack of underwear.

- The lack of underwear is also an order of the Lord, I decided to continue the conversation.

- Yes, and I do it exactly. The gentleman always checks, punishes for disobedience, and is rather strict, as he probably does with your spouse now.

I felt uneasy again. Meanwhile, the charming secretary came up behind me, putting her hands on her shoulders, began to whisper in my ear the words from which I began to go crazy.

- I dare to guess that the Master is now using for purpose all the sweet holes of your dirty sluts, will make her beg to give her dick in her mouth, lick his ass, legs, with each blow of the whip, this lowered creature will be suspended from the ceiling and will call it degrading words every time. when he penetrates her ass or pussy, she will shout that she is only a thing, the property of the Sovereign, who has authority over her in everything and always.

I was ready to cum from her words. The blonde bent down, revealing her ass for show, unzipped her pants and began to suck. The hand involuntarily reached for her ass. For a long time I have not experienced such a buzz. I was almost ready to cum from her fabulous mouth, but she stopped and dragged me to another room where there was a large bed. We quickly undressed. The blonde began to ride me. I quickly finished, because I could not restrain myself anymore. Then fell into a dream.

When I came to my senses (it was probably a sleeping pill in coffee), I discovered that my arms and legs were constrained. The blonde, now in black stockings, long boots, amazing corset, latex gloves with a stack in her hands, began calmly and confidently explaining to me my position.

“Since you could not become Master for your wife, but brought her to us, giving you slavery, I came to the conclusion that you yourself are a pathetic, worthless slave who is madly excited by the thought that his wife is being fucked by other men.” Therefore, I decided to practice with you, to hone my skills of Mistress. You have no way back. Cameras are everywhere. The gentleman graciously gave your faithful the opportunity, after three hours of her slavery, to see the footage, and she saw how you had fun in her absence with me. She has already signed a new contract, according to which, until the end of the day, she and you are our slaves. Your signature, as you know, she skillfully forges.

I had no choice but to recognize her power over me and call her Mistress. She put me on all fours, fixing the position of the pads, chain and iron rods, made an enema and smeared the anus with cream.

- Now the slave, you will be lowered. You want this, right?

I was silent, since I say I like it ...