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WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains
Strong Sexual Content.  It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior.

If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state, nation, or planet that
prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!!





"I Married a Sex Slave"



By sfmaster@worldnet.att.net



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Copyright (c) 2001 by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net



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"I Married a Sex Slave" by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net



Part One: The Confession



Dinner was already a pleasant memory, and the dishes were drying in the
rack.  I was looking to having a nice evening alone with my wife Connie.
Perhaps some TV or a movie on cable sounded pretty good just then.



"Honey?" Connie called from the kitchen, "could we sit down and talk for a
while?  Don't turn on the TV, please?" she asked.



"Sure."



We had just celebrated our second wedding anniversary, and something was
wrong - I just couldn't put my finger on it.



I sat down on the living room couch, and waited for Connie, who soon
appeared and joined me.  She appeared to be a little nervous, and I wondered
just what she was going to say that was so important.



"Sam, this is going to be very difficult - and I don't want you to
interrupt, please.  I've got something very hard to say about our
relationship - and it's been killing me for weeks now."



"Okay," I replied, "go ahead."



Connie was 32, five foot six, and very attractive.  She had smallish breasts
and a trim figure, and kept herself in shape though diet and exercise.



"I want to apologize for my conduct in bed these last few weeks.  I was
unresponsive and just laid there until you climaxed, then refused to cuddle
afterwards."



"I just thought that you had something on your mind, darling - and I'm sure
once you've talked it out, it will be all over as an issue."



"You're so sweet Sam - and I'm going to lay something really heavy on you."



"An affair?" I asked.



"No - it's my past.  When we were dating, you never asked me once what I had
done before.  You said you didn't want to pry, and it was none of your
business.  You didn't want to know - and be jealous - about any of my former
partners.  And I kept my mouth shut - maybe I should have spoken up."



"Has a former boyfriend come back into your life?" I asked.



"No - unless you count a ghost of one.  What I did with Greg, one of my
former boyfriends has come back to haunt me."



"All right," I asked, "who's Greg?  Has he returned to bother you?"



"Greg died in a traffic accident three years ago, just before we started
dating.  When we met, I was still sad and in mourning, and you literally
swept me off my feet - and we married a year later."



"So what's the problem?" I asked.



"There's no easy way to put this, Sam.  I was Greg's sex slave."



"Huh?" I answered dumbly.



"You know what sadomasochism is?" Connie asked.



"Sure."



"Well, I was involved in a S&M relationship for Greg for almost three years.
I was his willing submissive.  I was spanked, cropped, whipped, placed in
bondage - you name it.  And I enjoyed it all."



I sat there on the couch, speechless.



"When we married, I locked away all of Greg's toys in my office closet.  You
were never curious about them, were you?"



"The closet was your space, I didn't want to intrude."



"I thought that by locking them away in the closet I could close off that
period in my life.  But when I had the flu and had to stay home, I was bored
silly.  So two months ago I opened the closet - and all of those desires
came back in a rush.  Like they had been pent-up for years."



"I don't know what to say," I answered stupidly, in shock.



"Come, let's go my office.  I'll show you my former sexual life."



I followed her upstairs to her office.  We had bought a three-bedroom house,
and one bedroom had been converted into Connie's office.  She had her desk,
computer, filing cabinet, and an extra chair in the room.



"Have a seat, honey, please," Connie implored.



I sat in the extra chair and waited.  She opened the closet door.  Inside
were two large chests, and a garment bag.  I had never thought to open them,
ever, as I had respected her privacy.



Connie unzipped the garment bag first, and removed something shiny on a
hanger.



"This is my PVC Catsuit," she began, "zipped into it, I look all shiny and
powerfully sexy.  Even more so when I'm perched on high heels, or wearing
thigh-high boots - which I'll show you in a moment."



"Here's my PVC bodysuit - looks good wearing sheer to waist pantyhose, also
with boots.  My PVC straitjacket - for those days when Greg would restrain
me for hours.  My maid's outfit also in PVC  - he would order me to wear it
and clean his house, and when I was finished, I would get a spanking or
more."



"Why just PVC?" I questioned, "aren't you supposed to like leather & rubber
also?"



"Leather garments can be very expensive and usually they're custom made.
Rubber is expensive, and hard to care for and can tear.  Good for fashion
shoots in the fetish mags, but a pain in real life.  PVC is inexpensive
compared to the other two, is easy to care for - I usually wash these in the
sink with Woolite - and is a good compromise."



"Oh."



"Greg was quite smart.  He didn't want me to buy this stuff tight, so if I
gained a few pounds it would be useless.  In the last year I managed to put
on some weight - middle age, I guess - so I can still fit into all my fetish
gear."



Connie replaced the things in the clothing bag, then dragged out one of the
chests. She opened it, and handed me a pair of very high heels - which had
padlocks on the straps!



"You won't find those in Nine West, Sam.  Here's two pair of boots with
five-inch heels, one knee-high, and the other thigh-high.  Perfect for a
night out on the town," Connie observed.



She dragged out the other chest, then opened it.  It was huge.



"Here's some bondage videotapes.  Most of them are pretty silly, actually.
I was watching them when I was recovering from the flu - that's what brought
all this back."



"Yeah."



"My book collection, starting with "Story of O."  I've got some Masquerade
titles, Blue Moon, Silver Moon, and Black Lace.  Plus some picture magazines
from HOM of women in bondage.  Not a bad little collection, really."



Connie handed me a few paperbacks - from their titles and cover description
I didn't have to guess too hard about the contents.



"Finally, my bondage toys.  Here's a ball-gag trainer, bracelets, dildo
harness, and butt plug.  I also have a riding crop, flogger, and whip."



"Wow," I said dumbly, "that's quite a selection."



"Thank you," she said, seating herself in her office chair, facing me.



"What do you want then?" I asked.



"I want you to become my Master, Sam.  Please?" she implored.



"Pass that by me, again, please?" I replied.



"I want you to be my Master - with a capital M - in a D/s relationship,"
Connie answered.



"D/s?" I asked, "what does that mean?"



"I keep on forgetting that you don't know the language - D/s mean Dominance
and submission.  Basically, I want you to dominate me - and I've got a very
nice toy selection already bought that you can use."



"You're a pervert," I criticized.



"You know, I always hated that word.  Anything other than vanilla sex, and
you become a pervert."



"Vanilla sex?  Does that go with ice cream?"



"No, but it does mean bland, uniform, missionary position sex.  I've been
exposed to something a little different - and now I've discovered that I
just have to have it again."



"Isn't our lovemaking good enough?  Aren't I a good lover?" I plead.



"Honey, you're a kind, considerate, great man to have in bed.  You always
make sure to make me come and leave me satisfied afterwards.  But in
addition to that I want a little more out of sex."



I picked up the riding crop from the chest and flexed it with my hands,
feeling the leather surface and square tip.



"Greg really used this on you?" I asked.



"Sure, lots of times."



"You say that with such a straight face - I feel like Candid Camera is going
to pop up and say that this was all a joke - isn't it?"



"No darling, it isn't a joke.  My D/s relationship with Greg was deadly
serious."



"Then just what did you two do together?"



"All sorts of things," Connie answered, "I would misbehave in public or
privately, and get spanked or cropped.  Sometimes I'd dress as a Maid, and
break a glass, and get punished.  I'd wear my collar and bracelets, and have
to do the housework totally naked."



"And this turned you on?" I replied, "getting beaten on a regular basis?"



"There's a big difference between getting beaten up with serious injuries
and landing in hospital emergency room, and being in a D/s scene and having
nothing more than a few whip marks and a warmed bottom to show for it,"
Connie answered.



"Whip marks?  Warmed bottom?  This is easily the most fantastic conversation
I've ever had - I feel like I'm talking to Alice in Wonderland.  Or is it
the Mad Hatter?"



"Honey, I can guess how you must feel just now," Connie began.



"To know that I'm married to a sex pervert?" I answered.



"But I was Greg's submissive for three years - and I enjoyed it.  The
weekends just didn't come fast enough for me to get back into being a slave.
I loved wearing his collar, and being gagged while he flogged me gave me the
best orgasms ever.  Until, that is, he took me to bed afterwards, and I had
the most screaming climaxes in the world."



"And you want me to do that you?" I asked.



"Yes," she answered.



"Seriously?"



"Yes, seriously," she replied.



"You're not kidding, are you?"



"No.  A long time ago, Greg took me to an S&M group in the city.  I met a
woman there who told me that submission was part of her life - that she had
been ruined by her exposure to a Master - and that she was never satisfied
with ordinary sex again.  Now I know just what she meant.  So, dear husband,
will you satisfy your wife's sexual desires and be my Master as well?"



Connie then rose from her chair and knelt in front of me.  In her hands were
the riding crop, gag, and a pair of gleaming stainless steel handcuffs.



"Please?" she asked, "Master?"



"I'm probably going to regret this, but yes, I'll be your Master.  Even if I
don't know what the hell I'm doing," I answered.



"No problem, Master.  I'll teach you everything that you need to know.  You'
ll be both a great husband and Master in no time!"



Part Two: I Go to School



Connie was right - I didn't know anything!  About all I knew about S&M
previously was that there were women called Dominatrixes; and that there
were S&M sex shops in the city.



The next few weeks became a whirlwind of the weirdest education in my life.
Every night, after dinner & dessert, we watched a movie together.  Connie
had certainly accumulated quite a collection of S&M films!  We would watch
them together, and she would provide the commentary and observations.



Books!  She started me with "Story of O" - and then I read one novel after
another.  There was plenty of non-fiction as well - everything you ever
wanted to know about S&M but were afraid to ask.



Afterwards, we discussed what I had learned.



"This is something else," I observed, "you were really involved in this for
years?  Just how did you get started anyway?"



"Greg and I met on a blind date from a mutual friend.  One night, after I
behaved badly, he pulled me over his knee and pulled my panties off and gave
me a spanking.  I was just so wet and horny afterwards - I wanted more.  He
was already in the scene."



"I just can't believe that you like getting beaten with a riding crop," I
told her.



"First you'll be using a pillow, before you use one on me," Connie answered.



I spent the next few days whacking away at a pillow with first my hand, then
the crop, and whip.  Connie stood by, watching and explaining just what I
had to do.



I thrust my hard cock into Connie's wet waiting sex.  It had been 2 weeks
since she had approached me with her proposal, and our lovemaking had
dramatically improved.  Connie seemed much more animated, far more
interested than before.  Our sweating bodies intertwined, I grunted and she
moaned with pleasure as my shaft impaled her cunt.  I enjoyed the smell of
her perfume and sweat mixed together to make a heady musk that drove me to
new heights of passion.



"Aaaah!"



"Ooooh!"



I suppose that the sounds made in the bedroom and pillow talk are probably
the least intelligent things people ever say.



"I'm coming!" Connie cried.



Like a piston, I thrust into Connie, and we began to shake with orgasm at
exactly the same time.  Connie matched me thrust for thrust as I drove her
to orgasm.



Afterwards, we lay together, gasping.



"You were very good tonight, Sam."



"You too."



I lay on my back, and Connie lay on my shoulder, her hands playing with my
cock.  She had never showed any inclination to touch my cock before.



"What's going on?" I asked, "you never wanted to play with Mr. Happy
 before?"



"Mr. Happy?" Connie answered, "surely you can come up with something a
little more original than that?"



"I guess so.  You still haven't answered my question, though."



"You have complete freedom of my body," Connie answered, "that includes my
mouth and my bottom.  Or as the novels like to say, the use of all of my
holes."



"That doesn't sound very romantic - hey!"



Connie had gotten up from my shoulder, and had begun to suck on my cock -
which she had never done in all the years we had known each other.



I lay back, wondering what was next.  She had gotten me hard again, but not
to climax.  With her left hand she opened the night table, and removed a jar
of lubricant!



"Take my bottom, please!" Connie begged.



She knelt on the bed, doggie-style.  I got up, opened the jar, and massaged
some lube into her pink bottom.  My aroused cock quivered with anticipation.



"This will be tight," Connie advised, "so go slowly!"



Imitating what I had seen in the films, I slowly placed my cock into Connie'
s bottom hole.  Well lubricated, I gently began to thrust deeper insider
her, while holding onto her hips with my hands.  Keeping erect against her
tightness was an effort, but I gradually got inside her bottom.  All of a
sudden, I was through!  Her anal muscles opened to admit me, and I began to
piston my shaft inside her ass.  I had never fucked a woman's ass before,
and it was a new experience for me!



Nor had I ever done it doggie style with Connie before.  Connie as wife was
one person - Connie as sex slave was someone else.



I placed all my concentration in staying erect as long as I possibly could.
Connie moaned as I shafted her - was it pleasure or pain?  I watched her
breasts bounce with every thrust, saw the beads of sweat trickle down her
naked body.



Finally, it was too much.  I grunted, and came in her bottom.  She moaned as
the hot jets of my come spurted inside her.  I then pulled out of her,
sweating profusely.



"Wow!" I commented.



"Not bad for a first attempt, Master," said Connie as she slumped onto the
bed.  I watched as my come leaked from her asshole.



"Did I hurt you, Connie?" I asked.



"No, Master.  You have used all of holes in one evening."



"Connie, why did you suck my cock - you never did so before?"



"It's a great honor for a Master to bestow his seed inside whatever orifice
he desires - I just wanted you to learn this night that you have the use of
all of mine."



"Tell me, Connie, when do we do our actual first scene?" I questioned.



"You'll know when, Sam.  That's when I cease to be just your wife - and
become your slave."



Part Three: First Scene



Over the next few days I made a few home improvements, all at Connie's
behest.



In the bedroom, I installed a ringbolt at ground level to the wall.  I didn'
t have to be told that was when Connie would be spending the night on the
floor, chained by a collar.



The basement den had a bar and was used for entertaining.  Plus two
wonderful pillars that would now finally have a use - but far more than just
supporting the floor above!  I placed rings on them - no doubt in my mind
that I would be hanging Connie by her wrists, or spread-eagled between them.
I would be doing some quite different entertaining down here shortly!



Connie was a great housekeeper.  She had told me that her alcoholic mother
had let her kids grow up in filth - so she naturally kept the house very
clean.



The weekend had started normally.  I didn't think that there was anything
going on.  Connie cooked a wonderful dinner, and we went out to a movie, and
stayed out late for drinks.  On Saturday morning, she cooked breakfast, and
placed the dishes in the sink.  I didn't realize that anything was going on
until after Dinner on Saturday night, when the sink was overflowing with
dishes from fully four meals.  This from a woman who disliked even a single
dish left in the sink.



"Honey, don't you think." I called to Connie from the kitchen.



I had almost turned the taps on the sink to do the dishes myself, when
suddenly the light bulb went off above my head.  Connie had just given me a
reason for a session.  It was the moment of truth!  For the past 3 weeks,
she had been educating me about our new roles.  Now, finally, it was time.



Ever watch a cartoon when an angel and a devil appear on a character's
shoulders?  Each one is arguing their respective positions, for good or
evil?  That was the way I felt at that exact moment.



I could both do the dishes and join my wife quietly in the den.  Or I could
do what she wanted me to do - punish her for making a mess.  I had never
felt so nervous before - proposing marriage had been easier than this!



I walked into the den, and Connie was seated at the couch, reading a copy of
Vogue, her favorite fashion magazine.



"Connie, why didn't you do the dishes?" I asked.



"Because I'd rather read just now, I don't want to clean up."



"But it's such a mess, dear - disgusting!"  I exaggerated a little!



"Screw the dishes, I'm busy!" said Connie.



"That's enough, slave!" I said as I seated myself on the couch, "you had
better get across my knee now - understand!"



Connie folded the magazine, and draped herself over my lap.  I wondered why
she had been wearing a skirt today - even more surprised to find that she
wasn't wearing any panties underneath.



"What is your safeword, slut?" I demanded.



"Sinful, Master."



"Remember it well," I advised.



Smack!



My first whack at Connie's bottom was quite mild, and barely audible.  But
the effect it had on me was electric - here was Connie, my wife and love,
draped across my lap - eager and willing for me to punish her.



Smack!



Smack!



Smack!



I watched as my hand impacted on one of her buttocks, and then the other,
each time leaving red marks behind.  Connie moaned slightly with each spank,
and I held her in place.



Smack!



Smack!



Smack!



I could feel her bottom warm as I punished her skin, and I felt like the man
in the spanking films that I had seen.



Smack!



Smack!



Smack!



I had thought to ask Connie if she had had enough - when I realized just how
silly that might have sounded.  She had told me that she had been beaten
regularly with a riding crop - and I was worried that my first time with her
was going to hurt!



Smack!



Smack!



Smack!



I reached my hand between her legs to Connie's sex, and found her dripping
wet with arousal!



"Slut!" I told her.



"Yes, Master."



"Kneel and thank me for your punishment, slave!"



Connie did as she was told, and was soon kneeling at my feet.  It wasn't
until she was off my lap that I realized that I had an immense hard-on in my
jeans.  Her spanking had turned us both on!



"Thank you, Master," said Connie.



"I want you to properly thank me - without making me come," I ordered.



I unzipped my jeans and my erect cock sprang out, the head purple and the
veins sticking out.  Connie placed her head between my thighs, and opened
her mouth to admit my cock.  There was nothing so sexual as seeing my wife
suck at my shaft, taking it deep within her throat.



I felt like I was going to burst, but managed to control myself from coming
in her mouth.  The night was young - and we were just getting started!



Gradually, even though she was sucking me off, my erection declined.  Even
as the tip of her tongue circled the glans of my cock.



"Very good slave - you shall bear my seed later."



"Thank you, Master," Connie answered.



"But now I want you to dress in your Maid's uniform - without bra or
panties, just stockings and a garter belt.  I want you to bring that pair of
heels you're so proud of - the one with the locking ankle straps."



"Yes, Master!"



"And if you're slow - there will be a punishment!"



"Yes, Master!



Connie bowed and ran off up the stairs.  I hoped that she knew how to walk
in high heels on carpeted floors!



When she returned, Connie was dressed in her Maid's uniform, which I had to
admit was very attractive.  She also had on a pair of black stockings as
well, and was carrying the heels in her hands.  I rose from the couch, and
lifted her skirt - underneath was her exposed wet sex.



"I see that you have followed my orders."



"Yes, Master."



"Hand me the shoes, I'm going to lock them on you myself."



Every spring, Connie enjoyed going out shopping for shoes.  She loved to
wear shoes with the briefest of straps, or backless mules, and slingbacks.
She had very pretty well formed feet, and she desired to show them off.



While seated on the couch, I placed a wooden chair in front of me.  Connie
held onto the chair as a placed the right heel on her foot, then padlocked
the strap around her ankle.  Next came the left foot, and she stood shakily
on her perch.



"I want you to do the dishes and clean up the mess you've made - and
afterwards there will be a further punishment downstairs in the den."



"Yes, Sir!" Connie answered.



I heard the sounds of running water from the kitchen (we didn't own a
dishwasher); and contemplated my next move.  I leafed through a bondage
magazine that Connie had left on the coffee table.



Could I really use something stronger on my wife?  Spanking was one thing,
but I felt that using a riding crop or whip - well that was something else
entirely.  I had sat there in front of the TV watching hours of porn films
with Connie - all of women getting the business end of crops and whips.
Connie apparently didn't find any of the movies wrong or disturbing - in
fact I guess that she was aroused by seeing that her nipples had hardened
under her shirt.



"The dishes are finished, Sir," Connie announced while standing in front of
me.



"Excellent - I want you to go downstairs to the playroom and choose your
instrument of chastisement - you shall select your own punishment this
evening," I answered.



"Yes, Sir!" she answered.



Reading all of that porn and non-fiction had been a real education for me.
Connie had been right - before I know nothing of the language - but I
certainly knew a lot more now!



We had placed all of the toys in the playroom in anticipation of this
night - which was finally taking place.  The night I would discipline my
wife, and slave!



I rose from the couch, and walked down to the den.  Connie was kneeling on
the floor, still in her uniform and heels.  On the coffee table in front of
her was a satin pillow - and resting on it was the riding crop!



"Have you made your choice?" I asked.



"Yes, Master - please use the crop?" she answered.



If someone had told me three months ago that my wife would be asking me to
use a riding crop on her, I would have punched him or her out silly.
Instead here I was, about to cover my wife in red marks!



"Here is the key to your shoes - I want you totally naked, and then you can
place the bracelets on your wrists and ankles."



I sat down on the couch, and watched as my wife removed the high heels, and
then her Maid's uniform, garter belt and stockings.  On the coffee table
were the instruments of her bondage - wrist and ankle bracelets that I would
use to confine her into whatever bondage position I chose.  Connie,
obviously with long practice, proceeded to lock herself into each one.
Finally, she knelt, and placed her hands on her knees, her legs open to
expose her sex.



I stood up, and locked the matching collar around her neck.  Her bondage
ordeal was about to begin!



"Stand between the columns, I want to chain you there," I ordered.



"Yes, Master."



Connie rose to her feet, then stood between the columns.  I walked over and
locked her bracelets to the chains, pulling her legs and hands apart.  Soon,
she stood straining, her limbs pulled by the chains. There was no slack, nor
could she escape.  She was totally helpless to my will!



I removed the crop from the pillow, and flexed it in my hands.  What a nasty
little device!



"Kiss the crop, Connie," I ordered.



"Yes, Master!" she answered.



"What is your safeword?"



"Sinful."



Until just a few days ago, I had no idea what a safeword was - now I knew
that it meant that a submissive couldn't take any more punishment, and was a
plea for mercy.



"Aaaaah!" Connie cried what I struck her for the first time.



"Aaaah!



"Aaaah!"



"Aaaah!"



Each stroke of the crop on her naked skin left a small red mark behind.  In
books, I had learned what places I could strike - and those I couldn't -
like the kidneys.  I had literally memorized every picture and diagram, and
I was going to be the most careful Master that I could!



"Aaaaah!"



"Aaaaah!"



"Aaaaah!"



I applied stroke after stroke on Connie's skin, leaving a steady path of
marks behind.  I tried to avoid hitting the same area twice in a row - all
of that pillow practice had been a good idea!



I then stopped, and placed my hand between Connie's strained thighs, feeling
her sex.  She was wet!  Far wetter than when we had made love.  I pushed two
of my fingers into her sex, and finger fucked her.  She moaned in ecstasy,
and I watched as droplets of sweat ran down her breasts and flanks.



"Wanton slut," I commented, "do you prefer your Master's crop or his shaft?"



"Both, Master.   Mmmmmmph," she moaned as I removed my fingers from her
slit, then placed them inside her mouth.



"Clean my fingers of your own juices, slut," I ordered.



She willingly complied, tonguing my fingers clean of her own female
secretions.



"Now we continue."



I next began by using the crop on the outside of her thighs, but when I
began to strike her between her legs; Connie really became quite agitated.



"Aaaaah!



"Aaaaah!  That hurts."



 "Aaaah!"



"Ooooh!"



"Ooooh!"



"Ouch!"



"Ouch!"



"That hurts!"



At no time did she use her safeword - I would have dropped the crop and
rushed to her aid.  Instead she absorbed every blow, and appeared not to
mind even when I struck her harder.  I watched as she finally climaxed in
her bonds, the crop driving her to one orgasm after another, the sweat
pouring off of her naked body, reflecting in the lights.



"You came without permission, slave - now I'll use the flogger!"



We had hung some of her toys on the wall, like a dungeon we have seen in a
tape.  When we had guests in the future, we would have to remember to remove
them - or have some embarrassing questions.



I exchanged the crop for the flogger, and proceeded to deliver several harsh
and stinging blows that left Connie and me gasping - just how much could my
naked wife really handle of this?  Women aren't supposed to be naked, in
chains, and flogged!



"Kiss the flogger, slave!" I ordered.



"Yes, Sir," she panted in response.



After she had complied, I released her - she was a little weak from her
ordeal.  I then discovered that I had a raging hard-on, my cock was as
strong as steel.



I laid Connie on the carpeted floor and took her there, in all of her
orifices. She was like a sexual dynamo, and came time after time.  After
first fucking her cunt and driving her to one orgasm after another, I then
placed my cock in her mouth.  She sucked me back to hardness, and then I
took her bottom twice.



We then walked back to our bedroom, and fell asleep immediately.  We were
both exhausted.



I was awakened Sunday morning by the sound of birds outside the open window.
I thought that the previous night had been a dream - until I saw that Connie
was still wearing her collar and wrist bracelets!



She opened her eyes and looked at me.



"Is this what you wanted?" I asked, "debasing my wife?"



"Sam - Master; I wasn't debased - I was a willing participant."



"More than a participant - I would never have thought to do anything like
this with you - had you not asked.  And taught me!"



"You were very good, Master.  You knew how to make me moan and cry, and make
me come from the pain - which I haven't had the chance to enjoy in a long
time."



"Will you want to do this again?" I asked.



"At least once a week," Connie answered, "depending on my Master's
pleasure - remember you can use me any time that you want, in whatever way
that you want."



Who, I wondered, controlled whom?  I may have held the whip and placed
Connie in chains.  But it was she that had bought them, and trained me in
their use.  Afterwards, we had a happy, though strange, marriage.



But that's another story!



                                                THE END

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