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Chapter 2
From Wife to Slave
I woke up at just after 7 after a deep and sound sleep and went downstairs to fetch some coffee. If my wife was still willing to go through the changes we discussed last night than the least I can do is serve on her one last time. Being the start of a bank holiday weekend did make it easier to put my plans into place. Wondering what I would have done on a Monday, calling in sick at work - but for the whole week and being perfectly fine yesterday, chatting with my colleagues and boss on Facebook? Thoughts wondering I almost forgot about the coffee but quickly put the second mug under the sprout of the machine, pressed the button and waited for the coffee with a smile in my face. How would she react. I always knew she had a devote side, but how far was she willing to go? Was last night just the heat of the moment, the post orgasmic peace and revelation of what seemed right at the moment or was it something way deeper in her that needed to be brought to surface? I put the mug of steaming coffee down on her bedside table and gently shook her awake. She stirred a couple of times, pretending not to notice me. Well that will be the first try then. I pulled the duvet covers back and revealed her large breasts, well lets say tits, in the end women have breasts, future slave have tits, udders, fuckbags etc. As she always sleeps naked, I pinched her left nipple and twisted it. “Ouch you bastard, what is all about?”, she said in a stern voice. “Coffee”, I replied, “had a nice sleep?”, She yawned and stretched, her heavy tits raising and falling down again. “Yeah, not bad, oh thanks for the coffee.”, she said lifting the mug and taking a big sip. I got back into bed next to her. “And?”, asked “remember last night?”.
“What do you mean, you licking my heels or me fucking you in the ass with my strapon until you shot your load between my tits and I made you lick it up?”, she asked teasingly. “Well yes, that bit was hot, but I was more thinking about what we discussed afterwards. Just wondering how serious you were?” She started to blush and became nervous. “Nothing to be afraid of my dear, we opened up our inner secrets to each other and were honest with our feelings and wishes and I just want to know if what you said is still how you feel today?”
“Well, ..., yes if I am honest, the idea of becoming your slave, not just your sex slave but your servant, your property, just the way Romans had their slaves, is still something I want to experience. I am just not sure if or how I could cope with it on a daily basis, a fantasy is one thing, being tied up and spanked in bed is hot, but how would it work in real life? I still want to go to work and can’t really appear in school in a slave outfit, shackles, collar and the lot?”
I took her in my arm starting to fondle with her tits. “But you want to give it a try if we can find a way that would mean you still appear normal at work and when we go out as a ‘normal’ couple? Well, we have 3 days ahead of use to make some changes and adjustments. Why don’t we give it a try for 3 days, plus you are on half-term afterwards, which gives us 9 days to trial it and see if you enjoy it the way you fantasised about it?” She looked me deep in the eyes, leaned over and kissed me, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. “Thank you honey, thank you so much for your understanding and giving me this chance.” We continued to sip our coffees. “The first thing we need to find for you is your slave name”, I said, “something Latin that will give you a link to why you want this. As you have a beautiful Latin middle name, I though about Serva Claudia, Slave Claudia, ok?” She grinned at me, “that is already and alias I am using online, so that’s perfect. What’s next?”
“Well Serva Claudia, do you really think you should be in bed with your master? Move your fat ass and get out, kneel down on the floor, legs apart, hands behind your head.” I said while giving her a shove that threw her halfway out the bed. She looked at me in amazement. “What slut, do you want this or not?” I said sternly, after which she crawled onto the floor and assumed the correct position. “Legs further apart, I want to see that cunt of yours.”
“So Serva Claudia, here are a couple of things we will do today to get you settled into your new position. First of all, you will not look me in then eyes unless instructed to and you will address me as “Master” or “Sir” when being asked. Straight answers only and keep your mouth shut otherwise, understood?”
“Sir, yes Sir” she said calmly. Well that went smoother than anticipated and she seems to like it judging by looking at her wet, swollen cunt with her clit sticking out.
I walked over to her chest of drawers, opened them and dumped them on the bed. There was a big pile of pants, bras, socks. “Time to say Good-Bye to these, real salves don’t wear these things, they are way too precious for sluts like you. Until further notice you will be naked. When I allow you to wear clothes, I will choose them and you can forget the idea of ever wearing any of these ugly things” I said, holding up and big pair of cotton pants. “Panties are a luxury that needs to be earned and even then those granny knickers are out of the question. Bras are a no go either. I want those big heavy tits of yours accessible and visible as much as possible. But don’t worry, we will sort out some work clothes for you this week. Socks are going as well, all that is staying are your holdups and nylon and fishnet tights.” I turned around and looked at my wife, kneeling naked on the floor, legs spread, hands behind her head, gaze fixed to the floor. “I know just how much you enjoy wearing these,” I said with a grin, knowing perfectly well that she hated tights and didn’t really get on with hold ups, looking at her while she sat in silence. “What’s wrong Serva Claudia, lost for words?”, “No Master, sorry Master, Master knows I don’t like wearing them, but if Master wants me to, I will.”
I walked over to her, “Look at me slave! I expect answers immediately, is that clear. I also don’t care what you like or don’t like. All you have to care about is what makes me happy and is appropriate of your status. Your behaviour will be noted down in your record and then added up when it is punishment time. I haven’t explained the details to you yet, but I thought even you would be able to figures this out.” With that I bent down and grabbed both her nipples squeezed them hard and pulled her tits up. “Did I make myself clear?”
“Ouch, Master, yes Master, please punish your slave for her misbehaviour.”
She really seems to be accepting her role with her submissive answer, lets see how quick we can move. “Wait here slave, grab your nipples with your fingers and keep your big tits lifted up until I come back.” She did as told, carefully holding each erect nipple between her index finger and middle finger and started to lift her big tits. “Higher slave” and she did as told, breathing heavily while struggling to keep her massive G Cup udders up. I quickly left the bedroom and went into the study, straight towards the desk where I picked up two paper clips from a basket, the ones with the bend black metal that look like butterflies. Both were meant for big piles of paper so should have the desired effect. I walked back and stood in front of Serva Claudia. “Look what I got you” I grinned as I showed her the clips and slowly opened and closed them. Don’t you think they would go nice with your big tits and nipples?” I said as I pushed her right hand off her right tit wich fell down and slapped against her belly. I grabbed her beautifully soft right tit with its pale skin, slightly pink big aureola and hard nipple and massaged it hard. After squeezing it tight with my left hand, the paper clip moved closer and closer and opened just before reaching her nipple. She gasped and was just about to say something, “one word slave and you’ll have two on each of your cut lips and one on your clit, understood?” I said sternly and she nodded and gasped while the big black clip closed tightly around her nipple, squeezing it hard and pulling it down after I released her tit from my grip. I repeated the exercise with her left tit and then looked at her. Heavy breathing, her chest heaving up and down and she was clearly in pain, but did not show any tears and remained in position. What a shame, would have been nice to add to her punishment, but perhaps she is more of a painslut and into submission than I thought.
“OK Serva Claudia, you may go into the bathroom and get washed, but don’t even think about removing those clips. When you are finished cleaning yourself, you will have to make a decision on what sort of slutty slave make up you want to put on. I know in Roman times only the women of status wore make up but I want my slave to look pretty and slutty at the same time. When you are done I expect you to kneel down and wait for my return. As this is your first day I give you an hour to complete this task. I will sort out the mess you call clothes while your are busy.”
When the door to the en-suite closed I quickly walked downstairs, grabbed a couple of bin liners a got back into our, well my, bedroom. I grabbed all her socks and jumped them in a bag, then had a brief look through her panties and just left and couple of lacy Tangas and G-Strings - she might need some underwear during the month. A look through her bras was easy, due to the massive size of her bust, she did have mix of sports bras and plain boring bras, all of which went straight into the bag. Looking at what was left I decided that some shopping is called for as apart from 4 pairs of underpants, well bits of cloth with strings would describe them better, 2 lacy bras, a pair of fishnet tights, a pair of crotch less tights and 2 pairs of holdups nothing was left. Well all that fun will come at some costs. I listened and could her here getting on in the bathroom, her tense breathing confirming that she was being a good slave and kept the nipple clamps on. This was good to know because if my plan was to succeed I also needed to trust her. Next came her clothes and while I left all her work clothes for now - need to see what we can sort out in the next couple of days, that is both respectable for a secondary school teacher and appropriate for a slave slut - it was an easy task for her normal clothes, almost all of which ended up in two bin bags. Promised her 9 days of settling in period I just left them in the guest room for now and decided to donate them to charity when she has settled into her new life and got whatever little wardrobe she needed outside work. All that was left, were 2 pairs of leggings which I knew were a little too tight, some short tank tops and a pair of hot pants she got a while ago but never wore.
With the first part of my job done I headed into the main bathroom for a quick shower to get ready for the day before my new servant was ready for inspections. While I enjoyed the hot shower and soap I went through the next points on my wife-enslavement-to-do-list:
Check if she was still willing to do this. Done
Get her to accept her position by having her do simple humiliating tasks. Started
Remove unnecessary clothing. Done
Try first punishment and check reaction. Done
Bet a blowjob. good idea but later, can’t ruin her make up just now
Slave Contract. Need to draw one up
Get her to repeat her slave status in a clear voice 100 times - brilliant idea
I looked down at my hard cock. Patience my friend you will get to have your fun soon, but first we need to make sure she realises this is not a sex game anymore but a new lifestyle and it is not just about dirty fucking.
I got ready, put my pants, jeans and T-shirt on and walked across the hall towards our bedroom. I heard her in there and decided to give her the promised time and went downstairs instead. Arriving at the bottom of the stairs in glanced at our shoes. ‘Silly me’, I thought, ‘her shoes, need to sort these out as well.’ So I grabbed anything with flat soles, opened the connecting door to the garage, stepped in and dumped them all in one pile. Next her heels, most of the followed as they were low heels anyway, a pair of purple wedges and a pair of stilettos remained. Phew, more shoes, this is going to take a bit of a hit on my savings.
I got another coffee, took out my iPad and started to google for slave contracts. I had read through some before during my excessive browsing on porn sites and had a good idea what I was looking for, but nothing I found was just what I wanted. Better draw up on myself then, I thought. At least it would be fitting. I could do that this afternoon, while my new slave will be asked to clean the house.
Finishing my coffee I checked the clock on the kitchen wall and say that the hour I allocated Serva Claudia to get herself ready and presentable is almost over. Well I better go and check what she has been up to. I walked up the stairs and for a moment hesitated before quickly stepping into the study and rummaging through the desk drawers for a permanent marker. There it was, a quick test on a piece of paper made sure it was still working.
4, 5 quick steps across the landing and I was in front of the bedroom door - silence was all I could hear. I opened the door and there she was, my wife, kneeling on the floor legs apart, hands behind her head, eyes to the floor. The paper clips were still attached to her nipples which have changed in colour and were now dark red. “Look at me Serva Claudia”. She lifted her head and I inspected her face and hair carefully. She had more makeup on than she normally does giving her face a paler skin tone than natural, but fitting with the Roman theme. Her lips had thick bright red lipstick on it. Her cheeks had some a light reddish shadow and her eyes were perfectly made up with dark eye shadow and she even found the time to put on some fake eyelashes which I didn’t even know she had. Her blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail. “Very good my slave. A shame you never bothered to make that effort until now. Knowing what you are capable of I shall make a note in your punishment book.” She looked at me with some astonishment when I said “10 leashes on each tit for failing to be a decent presentable wife in the past. Now get on all fours and turn around. I want to see that fat ass of yours.” She slowly bent forwards and moved into a doggy position. Her heavy tits with their stretch marks were hanging from her breast and the clips on her nipples were dragging along the carpet as she turned around. “Hold slave, hands to your back and spread those ass checks so I can see your asshole.” She did as told and I could see she has manicured her fingers and put red nail varnish on them. Nice touch. When I stepped closer and inspected her tight little hole. My dick grew hard with expectation and I had to resist the urge to take her in the ass right here and now, but I have decided to deprive her from any sexual pleasure for the coming days to build up a healthy level of frustration and lust. I licked my right index finger, moved it closer to her anus and played with her hole a little before shoving it in. She bent upwards in surprise. “Keep down slave, just making sure you are clean.” I said while I was poking around her ass with my finger, pushing it in and out until it touched something inside her. I pulled it out again and brown staines were visible. I wiped my finger on her buttocks. “Clearly slave you have not cleaned properly, but that was to be expected. It was my fault to assume you would understand what is asked of you, but clearly that is too much too ask. Turn around and lie on your back so I can inspect the rest.” She did as told and I enjoyed her tits falling either side of her big curves body.
“Spread your cunt lips, I want to check your forward fuckhole.”
Not that I expected any dirt in it. She was very keen on always keeping her cunt clean, whipping of any cum that I loaded into her as soon as I withdraw and while she tried to reach her cuntlips with her finger I check for any remain her but could not find any. Good girl, but we need to look into laser treatment, don’t want a hairy or prickly slave and don’t want her to waste time shaving every day. My eyes wandered down her big thighs towards her perfectly shaped side 8 feet. Her soles were nice and soft as always and her toe nails had the same red nail varnish on them as her finger nails.
“Thank you Serva Claudia” I said, you may get up now. She got up, stood in front of me, again eyes down like a good slave, well she either is learning fast or has been practising before I thought. “Look at me and open your mouth, but don’t speak”. I slowly placed my index finger in her mouth and wiped on on her tongue. Her face change and she tried to turn away. “Stop right there. There is nothing on my finger you need to worry about, it is just the taste of your ass, but you might want to wipe your ass checks again. When you are done but on your heels, nothing else and come downstairs into the lounge and we will discuss what is expected of you, what your fantasies and wishes are as well as your limits.” With that I left and walked downstairs, sitting down on the sofa, making sure the position she had to kneel in was visible from outside through the window. The blinds were half drawn. No need to get the neighbours excited yet, but still they were open enough to make things exciting for my new slave and making sure she does not have to comfort of full privacy.
I heard her coming down the stairs and stepping into the lounge her head instantly turned towards the window and I saw relief in her face when she realised that she was not being displayed openly. “Come in and kneel down, Serva Claudia, I hope you don’t think I would have put you on public display.”
“Thank you Master” she said walking over towards the sofa, now significantly taller in her black and white plateau heels, striding elegantly with a nice feminine movement in her ass that you never get when women are wearing flat shoes. She knelt down in front of me.
“Listen Claudia, we said we take this slowly, so for now I want you to trust me that you will not be visible to any neighbours or put in any public situation that might put your professional reputation at any risk. We are in this journey together and it will only become a joint journey if we do this together with trust and respect.”
She looked at me, wanting to say something, but I just put one of my fingers on her lips. “Remember you are only allowed to ask questions, Serva Claudia. You will not speak with permission and right now you do not have my permission. I suggest that every day between 6 and 7 at night is “open time” and we can discuss our experiences, feelings, turn ons and fears. During this time you may speak freely but will remain in you submissive position and address me properly. This will help us to see what we both like, enjoy and want to try and feedback our feelings and emotions to each other.
Now for your general rules during the next days. I do like your make-up and expect you to prepare yourself with attention to detail on a daily basis. Your make up may and should vary to keep yourself attractive to me and shall be of your own choice unless otherwise instructed. You will not wear any clothes or underwear unless we leave the house and then I will choose your clothes. You will wear your crotch less tights and the heels you are wearing now will be what you will wear while we are indoors. You may take them off at bedtime but that is it. Understood?” “Yes Master, may I...” she started when my right hand shot out and grabbed her right tight harshly. My initial thought was a decent slab but in our previous plays she made it clear that this was a red line for her. So I pressed my fingers tightly into her soft heavy flesh using my finger nail for extra impact. She started to howl as I started to turn and twist her heavy breast, still having the paper clip on her nipple. That must have been there for almost 1,5 hours - not bad, so she is a bit of a painslut. “No you may not, remember the rules, your talking time is between 6 and 7. And let me make this clear, during the remaining hours, right now your mouth is only open for 3 different things:
answer a direct question
Eat
Suck cock
Is that clear or do we need the crop to make you understand this?”
A short pause - silence- I know how hard this must be for her. She is a strong minded, independent and intelligent woman and restricting her in her opinion is more of a punishment to her than most people might think.
“Yes Master, I understand, my mouth will only be open to answer a question, to eat or to suck cock, the crop is not needed for your slave to understand this.” Her voice did show pain as I was still digging my fingers into her tit, but she controlled herself well. I let go of her tit, hoping she might try and grab it and give me a reason to have a go at the other one, but she remained in position.
“Good, than I shall continue. Simple lesson, you don’t behave, pain will happen, most likely on your big tits or your big fat ass or that lovely sensitive clit of yours, so think careful about what you do. To remind you and get your settled into your new role I have decided that sex is of limits for the next week. That is for you, no cock in your cut hole, no dildos either, no self stroking etc. You might get the pleasure of giving me a blowjob but that remains to be seen and you will have to earn that privilege. The first days will be your training as a domestic slave, from waking up in the morning to going to bed at night. I have decided that we will continue to share a bed as I love you way too much and enjoy your presence that I will not forego that pleasure. However your sleeping position or outfit might not always mean a pleasure or even a good nights sleep for you.
So how does your daily routine look like from now on?
6 am: time to get up, no more lazy morning unless allowed. You have 1 hour to get yourself washed, shaved, and cleansed internally. Yes cleansed internally. We will get a suitable adapter for the shower hose and you will clean your ass properly. We can’t have those little dirty accidents happen again. You will no longer have normal bowel movements but instead clean your insides at least twice a day or more if you think it is necessary. I always want that ass of yours clean. After that time for make up, clothes are not necessary except for workdays. In this case I leave it to you to get up earlier to have sufficient time to get ready and serve me a cup of coffee in bed by 7am.
7 am: serve me a cup of coffee in bed and get breakfast ready for me to arrive by 7.20am
7.50 am clear breakfast table and kitchen in time for you to leave by 8 when you go to work. Breakfast might take longer on weekends.
During the next 9 days you will get several task around the house to keep you busy. In addition you will get a training schedule to practise your skills as a sex servant.
When you come back home from work you will strip the moment you come back into the house and either remain naked or put on the required outfit.
When I come home at 5.30 I expect you kneeling in the welcome position in the hallway waiting for me.
You will then greet my in an appropriate way, help me to sort out my clothes and then get me a cup of coffee ready.
Dinner is by 7.30, I will let you know what to cook. After dinner we tidy up and spend the evening together where you will remain in your role as slave.
I will write up a contract to settle the details today and we can go through it tonight and you can let me know if it is ok. Please remember this is our journey and I will accept and respect your input and red lines. That is it for now, you may get up. First task is to get the hoover and clean the house, then dust the door frames and pictures. Lunch will be a light lunch, salad will do for today.
Oh and before I forget, don’t expect to have my cock in your cunt anytime soon. I will treat you as a 2 hole slut, you have an oral cunt and an ass cunt and both will see extensive use. But not your cunt, wives and girlfriends get their cunts fucked and enjoy vaginal orgasms, slave sluts don’t. To ensure you are always ready and despite not fucking your for the foreseeable future you will always wear an anal plug and by always I mean always, 24/7 expect when you are cleaning yourself, and before you ask, this includes work. You may start of small and vary the size based on an agreed schedule to start with. So upstairs Serva Claudia and get your 3cm Rosebud and shove it up your sexy ass.”
She looked at me and her eyes did not show fear or resentment, no they did show something else, pride. Was she really proud to be treated that way? Was this what she always wanted and dreamt of? I knew she like porn stories of ancient sex slaves as I discovered some on her account on our computer, but always thought it was just a Fantasie of hers. I turned around and watched her leave. I need to get used to her new size, wearing the 15cm heels increased her body height from 153cm to 168cm, which meant her voluptuous body looked even better. We need to find a plug with a foxtail or a little pigtail were my last thoughts before she disappear through the door and walked back upstairs.
From Wife to Slave
I woke up at just after 7 after a deep and sound sleep and went downstairs to fetch some coffee. If my wife was still willing to go through the changes we discussed last night than the least I can do is serve on her one last time. Being the start of a bank holiday weekend did make it easier to put my plans into place. Wondering what I would have done on a Monday, calling in sick at work - but for the whole week and being perfectly fine yesterday, chatting with my colleagues and boss on Facebook? Thoughts wondering I almost forgot about the coffee but quickly put the second mug under the sprout of the machine, pressed the button and waited for the coffee with a smile in my face. How would she react. I always knew she had a devote side, but how far was she willing to go? Was last night just the heat of the moment, the post orgasmic peace and revelation of what seemed right at the moment or was it something way deeper in her that needed to be brought to surface? I put the mug of steaming coffee down on her bedside table and gently shook her awake. She stirred a couple of times, pretending not to notice me. Well that will be the first try then. I pulled the duvet covers back and revealed her large breasts, well lets say tits, in the end women have breasts, future slave have tits, udders, fuckbags etc. As she always sleeps naked, I pinched her left nipple and twisted it. “Ouch you bastard, what is all about?”, she said in a stern voice. “Coffee”, I replied, “had a nice sleep?”, She yawned and stretched, her heavy tits raising and falling down again. “Yeah, not bad, oh thanks for the coffee.”, she said lifting the mug and taking a big sip. I got back into bed next to her. “And?”, asked “remember last night?”.
“What do you mean, you licking my heels or me fucking you in the ass with my strapon until you shot your load between my tits and I made you lick it up?”, she asked teasingly. “Well yes, that bit was hot, but I was more thinking about what we discussed afterwards. Just wondering how serious you were?” She started to blush and became nervous. “Nothing to be afraid of my dear, we opened up our inner secrets to each other and were honest with our feelings and wishes and I just want to know if what you said is still how you feel today?”
“Well, ..., yes if I am honest, the idea of becoming your slave, not just your sex slave but your servant, your property, just the way Romans had their slaves, is still something I want to experience. I am just not sure if or how I could cope with it on a daily basis, a fantasy is one thing, being tied up and spanked in bed is hot, but how would it work in real life? I still want to go to work and can’t really appear in school in a slave outfit, shackles, collar and the lot?”
I took her in my arm starting to fondle with her tits. “But you want to give it a try if we can find a way that would mean you still appear normal at work and when we go out as a ‘normal’ couple? Well, we have 3 days ahead of use to make some changes and adjustments. Why don’t we give it a try for 3 days, plus you are on half-term afterwards, which gives us 9 days to trial it and see if you enjoy it the way you fantasised about it?” She looked me deep in the eyes, leaned over and kissed me, shoving her tongue deep into my mouth, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. “Thank you honey, thank you so much for your understanding and giving me this chance.” We continued to sip our coffees. “The first thing we need to find for you is your slave name”, I said, “something Latin that will give you a link to why you want this. As you have a beautiful Latin middle name, I though about Serva Claudia, Slave Claudia, ok?” She grinned at me, “that is already and alias I am using online, so that’s perfect. What’s next?”
“Well Serva Claudia, do you really think you should be in bed with your master? Move your fat ass and get out, kneel down on the floor, legs apart, hands behind your head.” I said while giving her a shove that threw her halfway out the bed. She looked at me in amazement. “What slut, do you want this or not?” I said sternly, after which she crawled onto the floor and assumed the correct position. “Legs further apart, I want to see that cunt of yours.”
“So Serva Claudia, here are a couple of things we will do today to get you settled into your new position. First of all, you will not look me in then eyes unless instructed to and you will address me as “Master” or “Sir” when being asked. Straight answers only and keep your mouth shut otherwise, understood?”
“Sir, yes Sir” she said calmly. Well that went smoother than anticipated and she seems to like it judging by looking at her wet, swollen cunt with her clit sticking out.
I walked over to her chest of drawers, opened them and dumped them on the bed. There was a big pile of pants, bras, socks. “Time to say Good-Bye to these, real salves don’t wear these things, they are way too precious for sluts like you. Until further notice you will be naked. When I allow you to wear clothes, I will choose them and you can forget the idea of ever wearing any of these ugly things” I said, holding up and big pair of cotton pants. “Panties are a luxury that needs to be earned and even then those granny knickers are out of the question. Bras are a no go either. I want those big heavy tits of yours accessible and visible as much as possible. But don’t worry, we will sort out some work clothes for you this week. Socks are going as well, all that is staying are your holdups and nylon and fishnet tights.” I turned around and looked at my wife, kneeling naked on the floor, legs spread, hands behind her head, gaze fixed to the floor. “I know just how much you enjoy wearing these,” I said with a grin, knowing perfectly well that she hated tights and didn’t really get on with hold ups, looking at her while she sat in silence. “What’s wrong Serva Claudia, lost for words?”, “No Master, sorry Master, Master knows I don’t like wearing them, but if Master wants me to, I will.”
I walked over to her, “Look at me slave! I expect answers immediately, is that clear. I also don’t care what you like or don’t like. All you have to care about is what makes me happy and is appropriate of your status. Your behaviour will be noted down in your record and then added up when it is punishment time. I haven’t explained the details to you yet, but I thought even you would be able to figures this out.” With that I bent down and grabbed both her nipples squeezed them hard and pulled her tits up. “Did I make myself clear?”
“Ouch, Master, yes Master, please punish your slave for her misbehaviour.”
She really seems to be accepting her role with her submissive answer, lets see how quick we can move. “Wait here slave, grab your nipples with your fingers and keep your big tits lifted up until I come back.” She did as told, carefully holding each erect nipple between her index finger and middle finger and started to lift her big tits. “Higher slave” and she did as told, breathing heavily while struggling to keep her massive G Cup udders up. I quickly left the bedroom and went into the study, straight towards the desk where I picked up two paper clips from a basket, the ones with the bend black metal that look like butterflies. Both were meant for big piles of paper so should have the desired effect. I walked back and stood in front of Serva Claudia. “Look what I got you” I grinned as I showed her the clips and slowly opened and closed them. Don’t you think they would go nice with your big tits and nipples?” I said as I pushed her right hand off her right tit wich fell down and slapped against her belly. I grabbed her beautifully soft right tit with its pale skin, slightly pink big aureola and hard nipple and massaged it hard. After squeezing it tight with my left hand, the paper clip moved closer and closer and opened just before reaching her nipple. She gasped and was just about to say something, “one word slave and you’ll have two on each of your cut lips and one on your clit, understood?” I said sternly and she nodded and gasped while the big black clip closed tightly around her nipple, squeezing it hard and pulling it down after I released her tit from my grip. I repeated the exercise with her left tit and then looked at her. Heavy breathing, her chest heaving up and down and she was clearly in pain, but did not show any tears and remained in position. What a shame, would have been nice to add to her punishment, but perhaps she is more of a painslut and into submission than I thought.
“OK Serva Claudia, you may go into the bathroom and get washed, but don’t even think about removing those clips. When you are finished cleaning yourself, you will have to make a decision on what sort of slutty slave make up you want to put on. I know in Roman times only the women of status wore make up but I want my slave to look pretty and slutty at the same time. When you are done I expect you to kneel down and wait for my return. As this is your first day I give you an hour to complete this task. I will sort out the mess you call clothes while your are busy.”
When the door to the en-suite closed I quickly walked downstairs, grabbed a couple of bin liners a got back into our, well my, bedroom. I grabbed all her socks and jumped them in a bag, then had a brief look through her panties and just left and couple of lacy Tangas and G-Strings - she might need some underwear during the month. A look through her bras was easy, due to the massive size of her bust, she did have mix of sports bras and plain boring bras, all of which went straight into the bag. Looking at what was left I decided that some shopping is called for as apart from 4 pairs of underpants, well bits of cloth with strings would describe them better, 2 lacy bras, a pair of fishnet tights, a pair of crotch less tights and 2 pairs of holdups nothing was left. Well all that fun will come at some costs. I listened and could her here getting on in the bathroom, her tense breathing confirming that she was being a good slave and kept the nipple clamps on. This was good to know because if my plan was to succeed I also needed to trust her. Next came her clothes and while I left all her work clothes for now - need to see what we can sort out in the next couple of days, that is both respectable for a secondary school teacher and appropriate for a slave slut - it was an easy task for her normal clothes, almost all of which ended up in two bin bags. Promised her 9 days of settling in period I just left them in the guest room for now and decided to donate them to charity when she has settled into her new life and got whatever little wardrobe she needed outside work. All that was left, were 2 pairs of leggings which I knew were a little too tight, some short tank tops and a pair of hot pants she got a while ago but never wore.
With the first part of my job done I headed into the main bathroom for a quick shower to get ready for the day before my new servant was ready for inspections. While I enjoyed the hot shower and soap I went through the next points on my wife-enslavement-to-do-list:
Check if she was still willing to do this. Done
Get her to accept her position by having her do simple humiliating tasks. Started
Remove unnecessary clothing. Done
Try first punishment and check reaction. Done
Bet a blowjob. good idea but later, can’t ruin her make up just now
Slave Contract. Need to draw one up
Get her to repeat her slave status in a clear voice 100 times - brilliant idea
I looked down at my hard cock. Patience my friend you will get to have your fun soon, but first we need to make sure she realises this is not a sex game anymore but a new lifestyle and it is not just about dirty fucking.
I got ready, put my pants, jeans and T-shirt on and walked across the hall towards our bedroom. I heard her in there and decided to give her the promised time and went downstairs instead. Arriving at the bottom of the stairs in glanced at our shoes. ‘Silly me’, I thought, ‘her shoes, need to sort these out as well.’ So I grabbed anything with flat soles, opened the connecting door to the garage, stepped in and dumped them all in one pile. Next her heels, most of the followed as they were low heels anyway, a pair of purple wedges and a pair of stilettos remained. Phew, more shoes, this is going to take a bit of a hit on my savings.
I got another coffee, took out my iPad and started to google for slave contracts. I had read through some before during my excessive browsing on porn sites and had a good idea what I was looking for, but nothing I found was just what I wanted. Better draw up on myself then, I thought. At least it would be fitting. I could do that this afternoon, while my new slave will be asked to clean the house.
Finishing my coffee I checked the clock on the kitchen wall and say that the hour I allocated Serva Claudia to get herself ready and presentable is almost over. Well I better go and check what she has been up to. I walked up the stairs and for a moment hesitated before quickly stepping into the study and rummaging through the desk drawers for a permanent marker. There it was, a quick test on a piece of paper made sure it was still working.
4, 5 quick steps across the landing and I was in front of the bedroom door - silence was all I could hear. I opened the door and there she was, my wife, kneeling on the floor legs apart, hands behind her head, eyes to the floor. The paper clips were still attached to her nipples which have changed in colour and were now dark red. “Look at me Serva Claudia”. She lifted her head and I inspected her face and hair carefully. She had more makeup on than she normally does giving her face a paler skin tone than natural, but fitting with the Roman theme. Her lips had thick bright red lipstick on it. Her cheeks had some a light reddish shadow and her eyes were perfectly made up with dark eye shadow and she even found the time to put on some fake eyelashes which I didn’t even know she had. Her blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail. “Very good my slave. A shame you never bothered to make that effort until now. Knowing what you are capable of I shall make a note in your punishment book.” She looked at me with some astonishment when I said “10 leashes on each tit for failing to be a decent presentable wife in the past. Now get on all fours and turn around. I want to see that fat ass of yours.” She slowly bent forwards and moved into a doggy position. Her heavy tits with their stretch marks were hanging from her breast and the clips on her nipples were dragging along the carpet as she turned around. “Hold slave, hands to your back and spread those ass checks so I can see your asshole.” She did as told and I could see she has manicured her fingers and put red nail varnish on them. Nice touch. When I stepped closer and inspected her tight little hole. My dick grew hard with expectation and I had to resist the urge to take her in the ass right here and now, but I have decided to deprive her from any sexual pleasure for the coming days to build up a healthy level of frustration and lust. I licked my right index finger, moved it closer to her anus and played with her hole a little before shoving it in. She bent upwards in surprise. “Keep down slave, just making sure you are clean.” I said while I was poking around her ass with my finger, pushing it in and out until it touched something inside her. I pulled it out again and brown staines were visible. I wiped my finger on her buttocks. “Clearly slave you have not cleaned properly, but that was to be expected. It was my fault to assume you would understand what is asked of you, but clearly that is too much too ask. Turn around and lie on your back so I can inspect the rest.” She did as told and I enjoyed her tits falling either side of her big curves body.
“Spread your cunt lips, I want to check your forward fuckhole.”
Not that I expected any dirt in it. She was very keen on always keeping her cunt clean, whipping of any cum that I loaded into her as soon as I withdraw and while she tried to reach her cuntlips with her finger I check for any remain her but could not find any. Good girl, but we need to look into laser treatment, don’t want a hairy or prickly slave and don’t want her to waste time shaving every day. My eyes wandered down her big thighs towards her perfectly shaped side 8 feet. Her soles were nice and soft as always and her toe nails had the same red nail varnish on them as her finger nails.
“Thank you Serva Claudia” I said, you may get up now. She got up, stood in front of me, again eyes down like a good slave, well she either is learning fast or has been practising before I thought. “Look at me and open your mouth, but don’t speak”. I slowly placed my index finger in her mouth and wiped on on her tongue. Her face change and she tried to turn away. “Stop right there. There is nothing on my finger you need to worry about, it is just the taste of your ass, but you might want to wipe your ass checks again. When you are done but on your heels, nothing else and come downstairs into the lounge and we will discuss what is expected of you, what your fantasies and wishes are as well as your limits.” With that I left and walked downstairs, sitting down on the sofa, making sure the position she had to kneel in was visible from outside through the window. The blinds were half drawn. No need to get the neighbours excited yet, but still they were open enough to make things exciting for my new slave and making sure she does not have to comfort of full privacy.
I heard her coming down the stairs and stepping into the lounge her head instantly turned towards the window and I saw relief in her face when she realised that she was not being displayed openly. “Come in and kneel down, Serva Claudia, I hope you don’t think I would have put you on public display.”
“Thank you Master” she said walking over towards the sofa, now significantly taller in her black and white plateau heels, striding elegantly with a nice feminine movement in her ass that you never get when women are wearing flat shoes. She knelt down in front of me.
“Listen Claudia, we said we take this slowly, so for now I want you to trust me that you will not be visible to any neighbours or put in any public situation that might put your professional reputation at any risk. We are in this journey together and it will only become a joint journey if we do this together with trust and respect.”
She looked at me, wanting to say something, but I just put one of my fingers on her lips. “Remember you are only allowed to ask questions, Serva Claudia. You will not speak with permission and right now you do not have my permission. I suggest that every day between 6 and 7 at night is “open time” and we can discuss our experiences, feelings, turn ons and fears. During this time you may speak freely but will remain in you submissive position and address me properly. This will help us to see what we both like, enjoy and want to try and feedback our feelings and emotions to each other.
Now for your general rules during the next days. I do like your make-up and expect you to prepare yourself with attention to detail on a daily basis. Your make up may and should vary to keep yourself attractive to me and shall be of your own choice unless otherwise instructed. You will not wear any clothes or underwear unless we leave the house and then I will choose your clothes. You will wear your crotch less tights and the heels you are wearing now will be what you will wear while we are indoors. You may take them off at bedtime but that is it. Understood?” “Yes Master, may I...” she started when my right hand shot out and grabbed her right tight harshly. My initial thought was a decent slab but in our previous plays she made it clear that this was a red line for her. So I pressed my fingers tightly into her soft heavy flesh using my finger nail for extra impact. She started to howl as I started to turn and twist her heavy breast, still having the paper clip on her nipple. That must have been there for almost 1,5 hours - not bad, so she is a bit of a painslut. “No you may not, remember the rules, your talking time is between 6 and 7. And let me make this clear, during the remaining hours, right now your mouth is only open for 3 different things:
answer a direct question
Eat
Suck cock
Is that clear or do we need the crop to make you understand this?”
A short pause - silence- I know how hard this must be for her. She is a strong minded, independent and intelligent woman and restricting her in her opinion is more of a punishment to her than most people might think.
“Yes Master, I understand, my mouth will only be open to answer a question, to eat or to suck cock, the crop is not needed for your slave to understand this.” Her voice did show pain as I was still digging my fingers into her tit, but she controlled herself well. I let go of her tit, hoping she might try and grab it and give me a reason to have a go at the other one, but she remained in position.
“Good, than I shall continue. Simple lesson, you don’t behave, pain will happen, most likely on your big tits or your big fat ass or that lovely sensitive clit of yours, so think careful about what you do. To remind you and get your settled into your new role I have decided that sex is of limits for the next week. That is for you, no cock in your cut hole, no dildos either, no self stroking etc. You might get the pleasure of giving me a blowjob but that remains to be seen and you will have to earn that privilege. The first days will be your training as a domestic slave, from waking up in the morning to going to bed at night. I have decided that we will continue to share a bed as I love you way too much and enjoy your presence that I will not forego that pleasure. However your sleeping position or outfit might not always mean a pleasure or even a good nights sleep for you.
So how does your daily routine look like from now on?
6 am: time to get up, no more lazy morning unless allowed. You have 1 hour to get yourself washed, shaved, and cleansed internally. Yes cleansed internally. We will get a suitable adapter for the shower hose and you will clean your ass properly. We can’t have those little dirty accidents happen again. You will no longer have normal bowel movements but instead clean your insides at least twice a day or more if you think it is necessary. I always want that ass of yours clean. After that time for make up, clothes are not necessary except for workdays. In this case I leave it to you to get up earlier to have sufficient time to get ready and serve me a cup of coffee in bed by 7am.
7 am: serve me a cup of coffee in bed and get breakfast ready for me to arrive by 7.20am
7.50 am clear breakfast table and kitchen in time for you to leave by 8 when you go to work. Breakfast might take longer on weekends.
During the next 9 days you will get several task around the house to keep you busy. In addition you will get a training schedule to practise your skills as a sex servant.
When you come back home from work you will strip the moment you come back into the house and either remain naked or put on the required outfit.
When I come home at 5.30 I expect you kneeling in the welcome position in the hallway waiting for me.
You will then greet my in an appropriate way, help me to sort out my clothes and then get me a cup of coffee ready.
Dinner is by 7.30, I will let you know what to cook. After dinner we tidy up and spend the evening together where you will remain in your role as slave.
I will write up a contract to settle the details today and we can go through it tonight and you can let me know if it is ok. Please remember this is our journey and I will accept and respect your input and red lines. That is it for now, you may get up. First task is to get the hoover and clean the house, then dust the door frames and pictures. Lunch will be a light lunch, salad will do for today.
Oh and before I forget, don’t expect to have my cock in your cunt anytime soon. I will treat you as a 2 hole slut, you have an oral cunt and an ass cunt and both will see extensive use. But not your cunt, wives and girlfriends get their cunts fucked and enjoy vaginal orgasms, slave sluts don’t. To ensure you are always ready and despite not fucking your for the foreseeable future you will always wear an anal plug and by always I mean always, 24/7 expect when you are cleaning yourself, and before you ask, this includes work. You may start of small and vary the size based on an agreed schedule to start with. So upstairs Serva Claudia and get your 3cm Rosebud and shove it up your sexy ass.”
She looked at me and her eyes did not show fear or resentment, no they did show something else, pride. Was she really proud to be treated that way? Was this what she always wanted and dreamt of? I knew she like porn stories of ancient sex slaves as I discovered some on her account on our computer, but always thought it was just a Fantasie of hers. I turned around and watched her leave. I need to get used to her new size, wearing the 15cm heels increased her body height from 153cm to 168cm, which meant her voluptuous body looked even better. We need to find a plug with a foxtail or a little pigtail were my last thoughts before she disappear through the door and walked back upstairs.
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