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My husband had finally convinced me after two years to participate in his sexual fetish. He believed that I would be into because it matches my personality well. Duncan believed that he knew me better than myself after four years of marriage. Something about this man could take me anywhere in life. It was something he had been dragging me along with since we first met at 20. Now I would not trade it for the world.
His fetish was one I had been hearing about from him for many years but in recent years he has been more persistent. Duncan has been offering me anything to try it out. Finally, he got me with an offer I could not pass up. My husband offered to buy me a new car if I tried it out. He must have been desperate for it. Duncan said to me after I accepted, “So are you agreeing to be my submissive wife on the weekends?” I shook my head, yes to agree. Then he said to me, “We will start Friday night the minute you walk in the door after work.”
It seemed weird that I was going to be a submissive slave wife between work on Friday night and Monday morning. Duncan truly seemed to believe that I was going to want this after trying it out. He said I was naturally submissive so this would bring new parts of my sexuality out. I had never thought I needed to improve my sex. My boyfriend was right about me being submissive though. It may have been the way I was born to be since I was a small woman.
At 29 I was only 5’2 with a petite frame. My body was slightly curvy from being a little chubby. I only had 34C sized boobs that were very round. Duncan always complimented my boobs when he saw them out. We met so young that he is the only man to ever see them. Now after years of marriage, I could not imagine having to start with someone new. He was a great man that did the things I felt too small or weak to do. I look much younger than I am because people mistake me for being too young to drink at bars still. It was a natural gift I suppose.
Most of the young look came from the way I look with my black hair often in a ponytail or pigtails. I just always thought it was a cute look. Duncan seemed to enjoy it too so I had no reason to change yet. My typical outfits were small t-shirts with a pair of skinny jeans. It was still my style from being a teenager. I figured I should try to keep the young look as long as I could. The style kept me feeling like I was not an adult which meant many people ignored me as if I was not one. I played the part by staying silent or quiet when I did speak up. In public, Duncan typically orders my food or speaks for me. It is why I love him.
When I was waiting for the time to clock out on Friday, I was oddly excited to get tonight over with. The sex would probably be at least a little fun and I would be getting a car after the weekend was over. It was going to be the best day off work on Monday when I get to go car shopping. My mind barely thought about spending the weekend learning how to be a sex slave for my husband. I loved him but sometimes he needed too much during sex.
Duncan was waiting for me at the door when I walked into the house. He stood with both hands behind his back in a formal stance. His look was stern when he asked me, “Are you ready to be trained?” I forgot how serious he was going to be taking this. My husband wanted me to really submit to him to experience the kinkiness of the fetish. It was a promise I made to him for the car.
I replied, “I am ready to do whatever you say, baby.” Duncan gave me a hard stare, “I am not baby anymore, you will call me daddy on the weekends.” He actually looked kind of cute while taking this so seriously. I teased him asking, “Oooo so you are my daddy now?” My finger dragged up the center of his chest. Duncan’s hand snapped from behind his back to grab my wrist. “I did not tell you to come to me yet,” he said while looking deeply into my eyes. It was a little annoying but the passion in his eyes was a little hot to me.
My husband wanted to dominate me. He was not particularly that way in his personal life but it seemed like he needed to release it sexually. In-person he was outgoing but never seemed like the one controlling conversations or relationships. Duncan told me, “Follow me upstairs little lady, I have something for you up there.” He had never called me “little lady” before but it was a cute nickname.
We walked up the stairs to our bedroom before he took me to the closet. Inside he had a new outfit for me hanging in the center of the room. It was a sexy set on lingerie that consisted of nothing more than a few black straps. He said in a strict tone, “This will be your attire for night one of training.” I did not mind the outfit but tried to ask, “What are we going to be doing for night one?” Duncan did not answer me, instead, he only said, “Change.”
The booming word echoed through the closet. It sent a chill down my spine since I had never heard that voice come from Duncan. His voice sent a shock through me that forced my body to react. I started to unbutton my blouse from work. It had many buttons going down the front of the purple top. Slowly, each button was undone until I let it fall to the floor. Duncan spoke again, “Faster!”
Again I felt my entire body tense up but this time I was covered in goosebumps on my arms, legs, and the back of my neck. I did not use to this feeling. It must have been what Duncan wanted because there was an evil grin on his face. My husband watched me speed up my undressing in the dark closet. He was staring directly into my eyes the entire time. It was uncomfortable while somehow making me unable to look away or stop.
He watched me get down to just my bra and panties, which were a matching red set that I choose for the sexual night. Duncan did not acknowledge my sexy underwear choice for him. His intense stare told me that I was supposed to be out of it by now. It made me go faster without being asked. I started to wonder if he was controlling me already. My bra and panties were on the floor within seconds. Then I reached for the tiny outfit that my husband choose for me to wear tonight. It was a simple mess of straps that slipped over my body.
My body was barely covered by the straps. They ran around my breasts and under my legs. It seemed to be mainly an outfit to draw attention to the body. The straps were barely able to squeeze my body inside, they were tight. Duncan said, “Fits you perfect.” I did not agree but he seemed to like it. Then he used his finger to tell me to follow. He took me back to our bed in the center of the room.
Duncan made me sit down on the edge of the mattress. I obeyed his simple commands, thinking that the rest of the time would be basic rough sex. He seemed to have other plans for me. My husband told me that the first day would be to show her how great it could be for her. Duncan was smart to try to please her on night one to get her into the experience first. His voice was direct when saying, “Tonight you will obey me and learn how this situation can be great for the both of us.”
Before we started, Duncan reached for the nightstand. He said, “I almost forgot your gift.” I perked up thinking I was getting something early for my car. Instead, he pulled out a black leather collar. It said across the front, “SEX SLAVE” with big chrome letters. Duncan ordered me to put it on. I grabbed the collar to put it on my neck. My husband said to me as it clicks around my neck, “You look sexy tonight. Let’s get started now.”
I did not know what to expect from him anymore. Tonight was already being taken more seriously than I had ever imagined. It seemed like Duncan had it all planned out. He must have been fantasizing about this for a long time. Something about his dedication to the fetish was attractive to me. I loved seeing a man focused on something. He pushed me back onto the bed with a hard shove on my shoulder.
When I slammed back against the soft mattress I let out a sigh. Duncan grabbed me by the thighs to drag my butt to the edge of the bed. “We are going to start slow but do not get used to it,” my husband said to me before removing his black robe. His dick was rock hard, he needed to warm up tonight. Duncan pushed my thighs open wide against the mattress. He asked me. “Are you ready to let me have my way with you?” I shook my head, yes to agree to submit to him.
My husband said, “That is not how you reply to me anymore.” Then his hand slapped me across the cheek. It was not too hard but enough to get his point across. The smack did its ended job. I quickly replied, “Ohh sorry, yes daddy.” Duncan looked down at me before starting to get back into the moment. He dragged his nails against my inner thighs, sending a tingle up my body. That was something he knew would get me horny.
“Tell me what I can do to you right now,” Duncan said to me while teasing between my legs. “You can do anything you want to me daddy,” I said while looking up at him with a red handprint on my cheek. It was still warm enough to remind me of how to address him. My husband seemed more assertive when saying, “That is right. I can do whatever want my little slave wife.” Being called his slave did something for me sexual. I could not explain it but I felt it in my core.
That was all he needed from me on the first night. He told me that I was not allowed to speak unless I was spoken to first or needed to ask permission to orgasm. Duncan seemed serious when he gave me strict rules. I did not know for sure how to take it but I decided to play along for now. My pussy was fully spread open in the tight outfit with my legs pinned to the bed. Then Duncan rubbed his hard dick along my wet slit.
He said to me with a deep exhale, “You are already so wet for me. That is good.” Then when I opened my mouth to reply, he placed his hand over my lips. “Only when asked to speak,” he retold the rule to be more understandable. I guess he did not need me to return the dirty talk tonight. Then his cock pressed against the entrance of my wet hole. His crown poked just inside of my pink pussy. Duncan pushed the tip just inside of me.
His dickhead soaked in my juices for a moment before he eased himself deeper inside. Duncan worked the cock in and out of my body a few times before I could feel his full length going inside. Once he got me warmed up, his hard rod was able to glide through my pussy like a slip and slide. Duncan heard my moans starting up. He reminded me again, “Keep silent tonight until you are ready to cum slave.” His strict demand made me feel hotter between my legs.
We were at a steady pace of fucking when my mouth opened for a deep moan. Duncan looked angry when his hand slapped across my cheek again. Then he asked, “What did I tell you, slave?” My hand rub against my cheek before quietly saying, “Sorry daddy.” His hand grabbed onto my throat with a firm grip. Duncan squeezed on my neck while pushing my head against the bed. He was nearly yelling now, “Did I ask you a question?”
The loud tone was not what I used to with my husband. It froze me on the bed. He did not stop thrusting inside of my body during the moment of disobedience. Then he yelled again, “That was a question slave.” I replied while stammering to get out words, “No daddy.” He instantly said, “And it does not look like you were having an orgasm either.” Duncan slapped my other cheek before telling me to behave better.
My husband seemed like a different man at this moment. He had me pinned to the bed while fucking me harder than he normally would. It seemed like the dominance was bringing out another personality in my life partner. Feeling him manhandle me in bed was not something I wanted to try but my body was reacting naturally to it. This was the most aroused I had been in years during sex with Duncan. It felt like I was craving his dick inside of me now.
He did not look me in the eye during sex. It was as if I was a piece of meat for him to fuck. Duncan looked directly at my pussy being rammed by his hard cock. My husband seemed to be worked up tonight while focusing on my body. The rough sex was also fun for me. I started to rub my hands across my perky breasts. His eyes were not distracted at all by my seductive movements.
Then I started to feel my body tensing up. I knew that my orgasm was getting close, but I did not want to risk saying it too early. My eyes watched his long pole sliding into my body with a rough thrust. Then I watched it come back out covered in my glistening juices. Duncan must have felt my hole getting wetter because he looked up at me with a big smirk. “Feels like you are getting close, you better tell me,” he warned before looking back at my pink hole.
His hard dick did not take long to get me to my orgasm. Just as I felt it about to start I moaned out finally, “I am about to cum.” Duncan yanked his hard dick from my hole just as I felt my body start to release. He held my hands to the bed above my head with one hand. He stroked himself rapidly while watching my orgasm be ruined. Duncan did not let me have my orgasm. It seemed to get him off though.
My dominant husband watched my eyes desperately feel the orgasm slip away from my body without getting to experience it. His hand held tight around the head of his cock while shaking up and down. It only took him a few seconds of teasing before his dick blew its load. His warm cum shot out in ropes across my stomach. The white liquid ran down my chubby stomach with Duncan grunting over me. He looked depleted of energy after letting his dick experience the orgasm.
I laid below him, unable to move while he came down from the hard orgasm. It was the first time he was having his fantasy come true so the climax was intense. He looked down at me, “That was good, but I bet you want to cum too.” I was careful not to reply to the statement. Duncan smiled at me before asking, “Do you want to cum slave?” I replied eagerly, “Yes daddy!” My husband said that I would have to wait for another time. “The first time was just for daddy,” he said as he left me alone in the bed.
—END
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/igmadi/becoming_a_well_trained_wife_mf_cons_slave_wife
Good writing. It flows well and is well-paced. There are a couple things you might want to look at.
In paragraph 15, it seems you switched from first person to third person for the wife: ” My husband told me that the first day would be to show **her** how great it could be for **her**. Duncan was smart to try to please **her** on night one to get **her** into the experience first. His voice was direct when saying, “Tonight you will obey me and learn how this situation can be great for the both of us.” ” Or possibly you wanted to say: “My husband told me that the first day would be to show the woman how great it could be for her.” But then it gets garbled in the next sentence. My guess is that you might have changed your mind about which point of view to use in telling the tale. (It happens to the best of us.)
In paragraph 24, there is an inconsistency. ” Then he asked, “What did I tell you, slave?” My hand rub [sic] against my cheek before quietly saying, “Sorry daddy.” His hand grabbed onto my throat with a firm grip. Duncan squeezed on my neck while pushing my head against the bed. He was nearly yelling now, “Did I ask you a question?” ” Duncan did ask her a question: **”What did I tell you, slave?”** Her reply is not a good answer to his question, so a better response from him would be to force her to repeat that she was told not to speak until told to or nearing an orgasm. Also, asking her a question while choking her is not consistent with wanting her to answer when directed.
Otherwise, a good read! I wouldn’t have pointed these small things out if you weren’t already good at writing. ;)
Inconsistencies. A couple paragraphs in switching between calling him boyfriend & husband. & why is it the narrator so self deprecating, calling herself fat & being so easily bribed over a new car?
Part 2 up now [https://famouserotica.com/2020/08/27/becoming-a-well-trained-wife-chapter-2/](https://famouserotica.com/2020/08/27/becoming-a-well-trained-wife-chapter-2/)