"I'm sorry Clark but Janet hasn't been able to stay as late as we've needed lately, due to a family crisis. I told her it's ok and I've been subbing for her since then, so to speak. I didn't think you'd mind since you've done the same, remember?" Clark thought she was too busy to know that. He didn't deny it.
"How do you feel about being submissive?" Clark was curious. His shock and anger overtaken by his intrigue.
"I love it," Pam answered. She never brought it up before because she wasn't aware of it herself until recently.
Clark suggested they have a BDSM encounter of their own. Pam relished the idea. Clark cancelled Friday night at Fiona's and late night with the boys and instead had a date with his wife. Only he wanted it to last all day long.
Friday arrived and Clark left home early in the morning. He placed an outfit for her to put on, on their bed, with a note stating, "Wear this, slave. Don't come to work today. I have someone filling in for you. I will be back in an hour or so and I expect you to be ready in our bedroom, to serve my every need. " Pam's pussy moistened when she awoke and read it. She quickly did her morning routine and ate a bite and started to get ready. She removed her clothes and slipped on the slave's garment he left for her. The black leather strapped around her neck and outlined her uncovered tits. It extended to a connected leather panty. Pam lay down on the bed and waited for his arrival. Her cunt was already flowing, from the thoughts she had about him dominating her.
Clark came home and changed in the living room. He opened the bedroom door, dressed like THE Master of the house. He was wearing a policeman's uniform. He had a gun, club, handcuffs and a belt, all part of the outfit. There was no doubt who would be in control that night. Her pussy got even more stimulated by the sight of him dressed like a cop. Clark grabbed her arms and roughly forced her off the bed.
"Get up slave. I'm going to frisk you, to check for concealed weapons."
Pam started to say something. "Silence," Clark interrupted her.
He shoved her up against the wall, her backside facing him. He took three fingers and stuck it deep in her soaked cunt, easily slipping them under the flimsy leather panty. She gasped at the force of his insertion. He took his club and hit the uncovered part of her left ass cheek so harshly that her behind shook. He pried her rear end open and probed her tight hole with a couple of his digits. She almost fainted.
"Ok, you're clean," Clark smiled momentarily.
"Could I do now?" she questioned.
"You'll go when I grant you permission. Understood?" Pam nodded.
"It's time you're taught a lesson about how naughty wives are punished." Clark pushed Pam onto the bed and unbuckled her panties and removed them.
He pulled out the fake gun and mischievously said, "Let's hope it doesn't go off."
Clark pushed the tip of his weapon into her folds of womanhood. He pulled it out gently and vigorously pushed it back in, over and over again. On each insertion, more of the pistol filled her stretched hole. Pam's arousal climbed with each plunge until her juices erupted. Her sweet nectar creamed the gun. Her climax's efflux covered its upper half and dripped down its entirety. He took the rifle out of her drenched cunt, bringing it to her mouth so she could lick her tasty fluids off of it.
"Lick it clean, slave," he insisted. She didn't dare refuse. No cum was left on it, when she was finished licking all the remnants off with her wet tongue.
"Get on all fours," Clark demanded and Pam complied. Pam thought he would fuck her pussy but she was wrong. He stood in front of her, undid his pants and pulled out his prick.
"Suck my dick, slut." She followed his command. After getting it sufficiently stiff and lubricated with her moist tongue, he walked to her backside. He forced her cheeks apart and penetrated her tight asshole with the tip of his hot rod. He began slowly and Pam could feel the head of his cock entering her orifice. Suddenly, he rammed in the remainder of his 8" manhood into her rear and kept pumping. He pulled Pam's long red hair with his right hand briefly. Then he squeezed her nipples, holding each between the index and middle fingers of both hands, eventually grabbing them roughly at their peaks as he continued screwing her.
"Oh fuck, fuck," Pam shouted.
Clark drove his dick in and out repeatedly as Pam's screams grew louder. She didn't stop yelling out and he didn't stop banging her, until jets of his creamy cum shot into her ass. Pam shook uncontrollably as the waves of her orgasm controlled her body.
Clark needed to rest a touch. He had one very important order for her left to do and he wasn't about to forget it.
"Get on the floor and sit until I'm ready," he told her. After about half an hour, he regained his strength.
"Get on your knees and suck my dick, slave. Do a great job or you'll be punished." Pam opened her mouth wide and stimulated his cock. She gave her Master's instrument a full massage with her mouth, tongue and hands. Clark's cockhead swelled up and his rod's veins were pronounced. The blood rushed to its tip and he was ready to release his balls into her mouth.
"Swallow my cum. Every last drop," he dictated. His semen flooded Pam's mouth and she opened it to show her Master the contents. It was at this point that she usually left to go to the washroom to spit it out.
"Keep it in your mouth for a moment. I want to watch you savor the taste," he suddenly decided. He looked down at his beautiful wife's smile as she enjoyed the taste of his sperm flooding her mouth. Bits of it were dripping down her chin. He had fantasized about this for so long, he couldn't believe this was actually happening.
"Ok now, drink it." She gulped it down and made sure all of it got swallowed.
"Excellent slave, you have pleased me," Clark said. His head went downward as he peered at her face. He was thrilled she finally devoured his sperm. He never would have guessed that being her Master made her want to swallow it.
"Thanks Master." Pam looked appreciative.
To be continued...