Master / slave hotwife erotica with bondage, gags and voyeurism. If you enjoy this story, please thank me by buying a book!
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Julie’s Dream
Julie got more than she bargained for when she advertised online for a stranger to fuck her in front of her husband.
I want to submit, she wrote in the advertisement. I want you to be rough. I want you to take what you want. I like big dicks. I like being stretched open.
Julie almost deleted the advertisement immediately after posting it but then she forced herself to put her phone away before she reneged. She needed this.
Julie and Jake had been married for five years now. Everything was going really well except for sex. Sex had always been a fairly unexciting affair between them, and it was becoming steadily less pleasurable.
Jake didn’t really enjoy sex. He didn’t even really like people touching him. He mostly wanted to watch porn or watch Julie enjoying herself. And Julie finally admitted to him that what she really wanted was rough, even brutal, submissive sex. She blushed to admit it but Jake just laughed kindly.
‘I knew that,’ he had said. ‘I’ve seen the novels you read.’
‘We could break up,’ said Julie doubtfully.
It seemed like such an unnecessary amount of bother, just because she dreamed about one man or multiple men fucking her roughly, cruelly, using her body for their pleasure. And she and Jake got on so well together and the house they had just bought was so cosy and comfortable. She didn’t want to break up but she did want better sex.
‘Breaking up is a silly idea,’ Jake said when she mentioned it, one day when they were lying lazily in bed after another unsatisfactory attempt at sex. ‘Why don’t you just get a big, rough guy to fuck you? I’m sure we can find someone. I’ll enjoy watching and you’ll enjoy the sex. Well,’ he paused, incurably honest as always, ‘the man will enjoy the sex and he’ll decide how much you’re going to enjoy it. And that will satisfy you.’
Julie hissed at him that he was wrong, that of course she couldn’t do that. It would be obscene. She couldn’t fuck a man who wasn’t her husband. She certainly couldn’t advertise online for someone!
But, over the following weeks, Jake’s suggestion grew on her. Julie created a profile on a couple of dating sites and watched the hits flooding in. She realised that this was the perfect opportunity. Jake wanted her to have fun so she could finally let herself go, and Jake would be there with her to keep her safe as well.
She finally picked someone and after a long time chatting, she nervously invited him over for a first date. His response to her invitation surprised her.
‘Hell, yes. Love to fuck you. Multiple times.’
Julie flushed reading it, her breasts and pussy tingling with anticipation. A second text arrived almost immediately.
‘Do you trust your husband?’
‘Yes,’ Julie texted back, wondering why he had asked.
‘Good. I’ll send some instructions.’
Julie had a nervous wait for his ‘instructions’, wondering what they could possibly be.
‘When I arrive. I want you blindfolded and gagged with a spider gag. You’ll be kneeling on the floor, your hands chained to your ankles behind you.’
Another text message brought the rest of the instructions and a vivid blush to Julie’s cheeks.
‘This is how it’ll play out. I’ll have a look at you. I’ll have a feel. If I like you, I’ll take you for a spin. If I really like you, I’ll tie you to your bed for the night as my fucktoy. You’ll see my face when you wake up in the morning. Is that clear?’
Julie waited half an hour, her stomach a quivering mess, and then she texted back.
‘Yes. It’s clear.’
She waited a moment, feeling as though she was on a terrifying precipice. Oh gods, she couldn’t really be doing this, could she? But she knew there was no way she was backing out now. Not now the man had put those images in her head. Not now he had let her know what he was offering.
‘Thank you,’ she sent a second text, feeling she needed to send something.
His response was immediate.
‘Don’t thank me until I tell you to thank me. I’m getting what I want. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I get what I want from you. And your husband will do any negotiating on your behalf.’
On the day of her date, Julie was full of nerves. She nearly texted the man to cancel but she didn’t want to miss out. She knew she would regret it if she told him that it was off. So instead, she paced the house, unable to settle, unable to get the images out of her head. What would it feel like? What would it be like, to be completely in a stranger’s power like that? At least Jake would be there, she reassured herself.
Before the man arrived, Jake put her into the spider gag and tied a blindfold tightly around her eyes. He helped her down to her knees on the carpet, and cuffed her hands to her ankles behind her. He patted her on her head softly, reassuringly.
‘I like you like this,’ Jake said, surprisingly. ‘You remind me of some of my favourite porn. I think I’m going to enjoy watching this stranger debauch you.’
Julie waited in the dark, feeling like an animal trussed up for the slaughter.
She was so scared. She had thought of a million questions she wanted to ask Jake but instead she had to kneel silently, waiting for the stranger to arrive.
She hated the gag, the feeling that her mouth was stretched perpetually open, vulnerable. She had to concentrate on swallowing with the gag on. She hated the thought that sooner or later, drool was going to start flowing out of her mouth.
Finally, the doorbell rang, and Jake went to answer it. Julie felt helpless, listening to his footsteps die away.
I am a thing, she thought, and the thought turned her on. A slave. A sextoy.
As she heard the front door open and shut, Julie strained to hear the stranger’s voice. It was deeper than Jake’s voice and quieter. She couldn’t hear what he was saying at the door, and then they walked past her into the other room.
She knew Jake was just fetching himself and the stranger a drink but she felt so ignored. It felt like forever before they walked back into the room she was in and by then, Julie was trembling with nerves.
The man walked with firm, confident steps to stand in front of her. He stood looking down at her for a long time. Julie felt so vulnerable kneeling blindfolded and gagged on the floor in front of him. Her skin ached and she felt a flush rising steadily on her cheeks.
Ruefully, she thought that good, modest women didn’t advertise online for a rough man to fuck them, or let their husbands watch.
The man didn’t say anything and Julie felt herself breathing faster and faster as she felt him watching her. He could do anything to her while she was restrained down here at his feet.
She choked once on her own saliva and she blushed at how gross she must look to him — but it seemed as though that was the catalyst for him to move and stop just looking at her. He knelt down in front of her, and the first thing she felt was his knuckles underneath her chin, pushing her face upwards as if assessing her.
‘Well, aren’t you the pretty one?’ the stranger said in that deep voice and Julie shivered. ‘Are you going to be good to me, darling?’
An errant thumb stroked across her lower lip and Julie gasped, half in need, half in fear. A pulse of need spasmed in her groin. This was far more intense than anything she had ever done before.
‘Oh,’ said the man, laughing at her, but it wasn’t an unkind laugh. ‘Someone put you in a gag and you can’t talk? I quite like you like this, I’m afraid.’
Julie gasped in shock to feel two fingers from his other hand sliding into her mouth, across her tongue. She almost pulled away but forced herself to be still. She had wanted this. She did want this. She wanted to be taken and used.
‘I like you open and available,’ said the man as if she hadn’t almost pulled away. ‘We’re going to keep all your holes like this, aren’t we, darling? Open and accessible. Ready for your Master to use.’
Julie gasped in fear, flushing red hot at the man’s words.
‘I like you restrained like this as well,’ he said. ‘I like a woman at my feet who can’t stop me doing whatever I want to her.’ He chuckled softly, stroking her cheek. ‘What was it you wrote in your advertisement?’ he said.
She heard him getting out his phone and flushed even redder at the thought that he was looking at what she had written.
‘“I want to submit”,’ he read in his deep voice, while Julie begged for the ground to open up beneath her. ‘“I want you to be rough. I want you to take what you want. I like big dicks. I like being stretched open.”’
Julie moaned in embarrassment as the stranger kept stroking her lips.
‘You’re going to get used to me touching you, darling,’ he said. ‘You’re going to get used to feeling me inside you. And I can already tell your husband is going to enjoy me brutalising you. He’s going to enjoy hearing you scream when I’m pounding my big dick into you.’
Julie whimpered half in fear, half in aroused excitement. She felt so vulnerable with this large stranger in front of her. She had no way of knowing what he would do next.
‘My name is Taylor, but you’re going to call me ‘Master’,’ he said and Julie gasped in sudden arousal at the word ‘Master’, her pussy clenching in need. ‘When you can talk again, that is,’ he sniggered. ‘Now, let’s check out your charms, shall we?’
In the darkness of the blindfold, Julie whimpered again as the stranger’s hands drifted down her throat, heading towards her breasts…
More to come
Pixie Isobella 