I [24F] spent a day in quarantine as a slave for my husband [23M] [MF]

We’ve been quarantined in our city for a few weeks now. My husband is still working remotely (he’s an engineer and can do most of his work from home), but I got laid off and I’ve mostly just been moping around, playing Animal Crossing and feeling guilty that he’s working and I’m not. I wanted to do something for him to show him that I appreciate him.

We both come from really conservative backgrounds, but I’ve been working on trying to bring some kink into our sex life. I have started to realize that I am very submissive. It’s not something we’ve explored a lot yet (we’ve only been married for 9 months), but I want to. Badly.

I told him that for one day I would be his slave. I wanted to spend the entire day satisfying him however he wanted. From the moment we woke up to the moment we fell asleep, I would do anything he told me to do, instantly, without hesitation. He could do anything he wanted to me – he could use me whenever he wanted to, as much as he wanted to, however he wanted to. We decided to do it on Friday. On Thursday night he made me pick a safe word. I did, to make him happy, but in my own head I promised myself that I wasn’t going to use it.

I woke up in the morning. We were already naked (that’s how we normally sleep) and I was cuddled up in his strong arms. He pushed me down, without saying anything, and I obediently took his cock into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the head of his cock, sucking on him, pleasuring him as best as I could. He was laying on his back and put his arms behind his head, eyes closed, with a little smile on his face, letting me do all the work. I snuck my hand down between my legs, fingering my clit as I worked on him. I was already wet as fuck and it just felt good to be pressed against him, trying to making him happy. After a few minutes his body tensed up and he gasped and came in my mouth. He’s only done that for me a few times in our short marriage, but I love it – I love how dirty it feels in my mouth. I swallowed and smiled, then gave him a big kiss and said “Thank you, sir.”

We cuddled quietly for a few minutes, then we got up. He still had to work, but he told me to put on some lingerie and then come downstairs to his office. I put on some simple black lingerie that I know he likes – kind of like [this](https://i.etsystatic.com/9985109/r/il/7fb1ce/1710161155/il_794xN.1710161155_toh1.jpg) – then went downstairs. He had me curl up at his feet underneath his desk while he worked. (I brought down some pillows and a space heater to make it more comfortable). It was nice, and calming – I relaxed, napped, cuddled with him, just enjoying his company like a good little pet. I playfully tried to distract him – he did a video call with his boss while I sucked on his toes, looking up at him with my eyes wide, enjoying how distracted he was.

Eventually I got up to putter around and do some housework, still in just my underwear. He came up for lunch, then grabbed me from behind without without a word and bent me over our kitchen table and started fucking me. We ended up on our couch, me riding him with my arms wrapped around him, kissing his neck. He came inside me, and then made me go down on him, cleaning off his cock with my cum. I felt like I should hate it, like I was being degraded, but I didn’t. I loved it. I love the way his cum tasted. I loved the way it tasted mixed together with my pussy on his skin. I loved being a bad girl for him. I’m sitting here writing this now and I kind of want to go find him and do it again, lol.

We did some other stuff throughout the day. He made me use my vibrator and cum for him while he watched. He took some photos of me while I did it. After he finished his work he took me upstairs and we took a long bath together – he fingered me and made me cum again. I started to suck on his cock – I really wanted him to cum for me again – but he wanted to wait for a while, so we went down and ate supper.

In the evening we watched a movie, and then started a fire in our fireplace and just sat for a while. He read his book, while I just absent-mindedly played with the cat, enjoying the warmth on my skin. Eventually he stood up and said, “Come upstairs with me.” I obeyed. We went up to the bedroom. I automatically climbed on the bed for him and got on all fours. I love feeling exposed like this – defenseless and vulnerable, ready to be taken. My breath caught as suddenly I felt his finger on my asshole – and it was wet? *Is he lubing me? Is he going to fuck my…*

And then I gasped as his cock entered my ass. He is *big*, and he was rock solid, and I had no idea if I could take it all. We had flirted with the idea of trying anal a few times, but never actually done it before. I had a brief moment of panic before I calmed myself. *This is what you wanted, Katie. To be used.* I had never felt anything like this before – I felt… I want to say “violated”, but I mean it in a *good* way. I felt *taken*. There’s something about doing these “bad” things, about crossing boundaries, that just feels so intoxicating to me.

He started slowly at first, adjusting himself, finding a good angle. Then his rhythm started to increase. It was hurting me, first a little, then a lot. I started to squirm and whimper a bit. He grabbed my arms and held them behind my back, wrapping one of his big hands around both of my wrists. He put his other hand on the back of my head, holding my face down on the pillow. Then he started to *fuck* me, faster, harder, wilder.

This part kind of messed with my mind a bit. My man, the love of my life, my light, my rock, was *intentionally hurting me*. And I was *loving* it. The adrenaline and the endorphins mixed and made me feel almost high. As I write this today it’s making my heart pound just thinking about it. I tensed up every muscle I could control, trying to be as tight as I could for him, trying to take him as deeply as I could. I could feel his legs getting sweaty on the inside of his thighs. He let out a primal moan and I knew he was coming inside me.

We stayed up a bit longer, talking and cuddling, naked bodies intertwined, then I fell asleep in his arms. I woke up this morning and immediately knew I had to write about it.

I’ve been thinking about it all morning and I realized that it was less about satisfying him than it was about satisfying me. I wanted a day without worrying, without stress, without constantly checking the news. I just wanted to turn my mind into simple mode, be a good little girl, and do what I’m told and not have to think about it. Writing this on Saturday I’m still a little tired physically (and sore, lol), but I haven’t felt so mentally relaxed in weeks. Maybe we’ll do it again next Friday >:).

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fuzuqf/i_24f_spent_a_day_in_quarantine_as_a_slave_for_my