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After dinner, the kids went out for the evening and John was watching TV in the living room. I went to our bedroom, took off all my clothes, pulled my hair back into a ponytail, put on some lipstick and went to talk to John.
I walked into the room and stood between my husband and the TV and locked my arms behind my back, spread my legs, and thrust my pelvis and chest forward. "Amy, what in the hell are you doing?".
"John, I need to talk to you"
"OK but what is this?, why are you standing like that?"
"This is the position that a submissive must assume when addressing a superior she must serve. John, it's a very long story and I will tell you all of it. Right now what you need to know is that I never thought or wanted this to happen, but it has, and now I have to live with it."
"Live with what?"
"John, Claire has made me her sex slave. As I said it's a long story, but right now I need you to listen to me on the rules of our relationship going forward. I told John that;
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I must remain married to you and give all appearances that we are happy family
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You can no longer fuck my pussy or ass with your cock
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I must do whatever you want me to do and make sure you are sexually satisfied in any other way
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I must explain these rules to You
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I am Claire's sex slave I must do anything she or anyone in her family asks me to do
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Claire has told me that you set the rules for me at our house
John, do you understand?"
"Amy what the hell are you talking about? This is crazy, is this some sort of fantasy play?"
"No John this is now my reality, I love you and I know I can satisfy you and make you happy, but I, we, don't have anyway out. Claire did blackmail me, with my past. A past that not even you knew about. That said, I have come to realize that I love being her sex slave. My pussy is getting wet, just telling you this. John, I like sexual humiliation and domination".
John's eyes widened, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. He had always known that Amy was a wild one, but he never expected her to become a sex slave. He couldn't help but feel a little turned on by the idea.
"What does that mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"It means that I have to sexually satisfy you in anyway you want, but you can't fuck me with your cock, because Claire made that rule," Amy replied, her voice trembling slightly.
"So, I can use anything other than my cock on you?"
"Yes, I can give you a blow job, just no intercourse"
John felt his heart race as he processed her words. He had always loved mutual fucking with Amy, but the idea of having her at his mercy was incredibly arousing. His mind was racing as well, no one could tell him what he can and can't do with his own wife. The serge of arousal mixed with the building anger of the situation threw John into a rage.
"Come here", John demanded. "Get down on your knees, no wait. Go get one of your garden posts from the garage"
I knew exactly what he wanted, I used short white plastic posts to stake off my gardens. They were round white plastic with a pointed end, about 2" in diameter and about 12" long. I went to the garage and brought one of them back to John as he asked.
"Alright, I want you to stuff that thing into your pussy. I'm going to get a drink. It needs to be as deep inside you as you can get it, by the time I am back.
I knew it was going to hurt, I was trying to get as much saliva on it as I could. Thankfully, when I touched my pussy it was gushing with precum. I rolled the stake up and down on my legs and along my slit to lubricate it. When I heard John coming back. I forced the stake into my hole. It hurt like hell. I was able to get 3" or 4" in by the time John got back. He sat in his chair, smiled at me, and said "good girl, now keep going while I enjoy my drink".
"Can I please use some lube, sir?"
"Sure, but you can't take that out of your pussy while you go get it", John said with a laugh.
I struggled to get up from the floor and walk to our master bath to get the lube. Throughout the whole process I was getting wetter and wetter. By the time I got back, I didn't need it. I had about 8" " of the stake gliding in and out of my pussy. Again, I stood in front of John in my submissive position. I loved it. I was about to cum when John stopped me and told me to now fuck my ass with it. I was working my fingers as fast as I could to open up and relax my ass, but John was getting impatient. When I saw John getting up, I grabbed the lube and put it on my ass and the stake and I jammed the makeshift dildo against my asshole and pushed. The pain was as overwhelming as was the pleasure.
"Now, get on your knees and suck my cock," John said, his voice low and husky.
Amy obediently got to her knees in front of him while keeping the stake in her ass, taking his cock in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the tip. John groaned in pleasure as he felt her mouth on him, his hands instinctively reaching for her hair.
"That's it, baby. Suck my cock," he moaned, his hips thrusting forward as he fucked her mouth.
"How's your ass, how much of that stake do you have inside you"
"Only an inch or two" I garbled, with his cock in the back of my throat.
John put his hands on my shoulders and began to push me down on the pin. I screamed out in pain. As I did, John jammed his cock down my throat. He finally had me pushed down so my ass consumed most of the stake. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I sucked his cock, my hands reaching to play with my nipples. I knew that John loved it when I played with myself while I gave him head.
Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth and pushed me back onto the bed. I looked up at him, my eyes wide with surprise.
"What are you doing?" my voice trembling.
"I'm want you to fist fuck yourself," John replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"No, John. I can't, not with the stake in my ass" I protested, trying to wriggle away from him.
"You have to," John said, his voice firm. "You're my sex toy now, and I can do whatever I want to you." I knew that he was right. I had to do whatever he wanted, no matter how much it hurt. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I felt a surge of fear mixed with excitement as my hands reflexively moved to my pussy. Spreading my lips with one hand while working three fingers into my hole with the other. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, I had all four fingers and my thumb curled up inside me. In one hard push my knucks slide inside. The I felt so full, it was amazing. I used my other hand to play with my clit. I knew that I was close to cumming, but I didn't want to cum before John.
"Oh, fuck. That looks so good. Keep fucking yourself, i want to cum down your throat." John turned so he could slide his dick into my mouth while giving him a great view of me fucking my pussy with my fist with the gardening stake still deep in my ass. I don't remember ever being this turned on. I was in total bliss. John felt his orgasm building and gave one final thrust to force his cock into my throat. I started gagging as John's load filled the back of my throat . I tightened my lips around his cock to make sure I drank every drop.
John fell back into the chair and took in the site of me, disheveled and defiled in every hole. Tears running down my face with my fist still inserted in my pussy and the gardening stake buried in my ass.
"Amy, John barked, your rules for this house are;
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You will be naked at all times when in our house and backyard
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You will tell the Kids about your "so-called" new life by tomorrow.
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You will only cum, when you are instructed to do so
Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand".
With that John got up and went to take a shower. He told Amy to clean up the place and to bring the stake up to the bedroom.
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