Chapter 1

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"You want to do what?" Mary asked sitting bolt upright in bed.

My wife and I had just had a marvelous session of sex. We were nestled in each other's arms enjoying what the sexologists refer to a "postcoital-languor". That's highfalutin for "feeling fuckin' good afterwards!". And believe me I was feeling good. Mary is a wonderful bedmate. Just looking at her makes my cock hard, and I know from watching other guys around her that they are jealous as hell of me. She has the tits and ass that make men immediately spring to attention.

She has a great body and she knows how to use it. She really enjoys sex. She loves to suck my cock and she wiggles and moans when I return the favor by lapping her clit. My cock always finds her tight cunt-sopping wet as she writhes and thrashes to violent orgasms. She is nearly perfect.

As we had snuggled and patted and talked idly of yesterday, today and tomorrow she had asked me innocently "What do you want to do to celebrate your birthday this year?" Now this was a question to which I had given a lot of thought. We had recently gained access to the web and like most red-blooded American males I had explored the adult-oriented sections of the web-AKA pornography.

I had learned all kinds of things. Apparently I was more innocent than I had thought. I explored the world of fetishes. Most turned me off. Many I had never heard of before. One in particular resonated strongly with me. I hadn't realized it had a name, or that there were apparently lots of men out there who had the same urge I did.

So I was ready when Mary asked the fateful question "What do you want to do to celebrate your birthday this year?" I had been waiting for the question so that I could answer, "I want to be your sex slave."

Mary's initial response put a temporary damper on my hopes. Mary, however, is not only a fuckable woman but she is a loving wife. She was willing to listen to me. After her initial reaction, she snuggled back down and asked, "What do you mean you want to be my sex slave?"

I explained to her that I had a fantasy of being enslaved by a beautiful, sex-crazed woman who would keep me naked and force me to satisfy her lusts. Since she was the most beautiful woman I knew (not to mention one I trusted to keep things within limits) I wanted to spend my birthday as her sex slave.

"I still don't think I get it," Mary continued. "What is it you want from me in all this? What would I have to do?" I told her. "You'd 'force' me to strip naked for your enjoyment. You'd do things to my body that I 'hate' like rubbing your hands all over it and fondling my cock and balls. You'd command me to do 'terrible' things like stick my cock in your cunt and fuck you. Stuff like that. Mostly the things we do anyway but with a little role- playing. You the all-powerful mistress, me the absolute slave." She murmured a sort of assent. I took a deep breath, steeled myself and continued. "There is one special thing I'd like to have you do." "What's that?" she asked. "I'd like you to spank me." She stiffened a little, but I hurried on "I don't mean I want you to hurt me, just paddle me a little as part of the mistress- superior, abject-slave relationship."

There was a long, pregnant pause. "I don't know, Bill. I'm not sure I can do it or want to do it even for your birthday." "Mary," I said "I'd really like it if you would. Would you please think about it? I'll give you an article I found that might explain things better than I have. Please read it and then let's talk again."

"Okay, Bill," she said. "I guess I can do that much." I kissed and hugged her. She snuggled and then said, "It's been a long day and you've given me a lot to think about. Let's go to sleep."

We had a last kiss and then turned to our own sides of the bed and drifted off to sleep holding hands.


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