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She didn't care. She would let him cage her up and take her out only to fuck and feed if he wanted to. She would submit entirely to his will only to please him, forego any personal freedom and happiness just to bend to his demands. The thought of her, locked in a metal box in a row with 5 or 6 other slaves, all consumed with thoughts of the next time they would be let out and what punishment would await, made her pussy leak a little bit more onto the inside of her pants. She wouldn't go back though. Not yet.
As she walked in the door, her house completely dark, she breathed a big sigh of relief. Her husband would be asleep and she wouldn't have to make up any lame excuses. Even if he were awake he may not ask - lately he had become very submissive with his wife, and didn't question much of what went on. He was asleep, however, as Lydia entered the room, and she counted this as a blessing regardless.
When she took off her clothes and got into bed, he gave a little start and sleepily turned to face her. "Hey baby" he said and puckered his lips up for a kiss. Lydia's vagina moistened as she placed her mouth, still rife with remnants of her master, against her husbands and gave him a big, wet, French kiss.
"How was therapy?" he asked innocently.
"It was great, honey. Really great. I think I'm finally finding my place in this world."
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 7 years agoThis was so fucking hot and horny. I just cummed 3 times while reading this story. She is really lucky.
CollegeKid1992over 7 years agoEven in a compete fantasy like this, it's not okay to imply that using a safeword should constitute a punishment. Young wanna-be doms could very well read this and come to the conclusion that this is acceptable. A disclaimer somewhere before or after the story condemning that would go a long way.
sixpeabout 8 years agoIgnore Nonny's comments, I enjoyed your story as fiction, not fact (which I hope it was). I could place myself in Lydia's position and enjoyed that fantasy. I am perfectly aware that I wouldn't want it in true life, whatever my libido thinks. I have had similar comments about my own fiction. Ignore them, fantasy is fun.
Anonymousabout 8 years agoAh, the fantasy of extreme and total debasement. Usually, I end up with maternal concern for the character becoming a J Doe, dead in a ditch. Here you have presented the first character I actively wish would end up there.
Anonymousabout 8 years agoHitting someone on a sawhorse in the head to cause the sawhorse to tip over would cause a shattered jaw, broken teeth, a concussion or worse upon the head hitting the floor, and a trip to the emergency room, with a police escort of him to the police station afterwards! Could not read after that first line!
