Salley & Jack - chapter 1

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I am going to start by saying I am back after being away for a while.  I was away because I had a hotwife & cuckold couple in my life. Sadly they are no longer living in my area, so not only am I back, but I am looking for a new hotwife.  Now on to the story.

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Sally knew me in my 20s.  She moved in my circle of friends and was the
roommate to my "girlfriend".  In reality Jenny was my 24x7 live near slave
girl.  If I wanted sex, she would be at my door in 10 min. She had her
maid duties, ran errands, and other chores as I required.  Our friends
thought we were a normal dating couple.

Jenny and I eventually parted ways because I moved overseas and could not
take her with me.  After that I did not see Sally or our circle of friends
again, except on rare occasion when I was on a business trip home and managed
to reach someone to be a dinner companion.

Before I went over seas I had a reputation among some in our friend group
as being into the whips and chains scene.  I neither confirmed nor denied
this.  I figured it had come from a time when I was at a party and one
girl said "I bet there is no man here who would put me over his lap and
spank me".  Well I picked that lass up, pulled her skirt up, panties down
and proceeded to give her 10 hard smacks of my right hand on her round
bottom causing it to turn very red.  When I stood her up I told her I was
keeping her panties and she could reclaim them at my place Tuesday
evening.  She had tears running down her face, and went to the other side
of the room to get a drink.

Afterwards several people came up to me and said they were glad I was
willing to put her in her place.  It seems she had been making that
statement loudly at the last several parties.

I suspect that incident and Sally being Jenny's roommate, girls do talk,
had something to do with what happened in my 30s.  I had been back in town
for a few years and I got an email from Sally.  She asked me to call her
and provided her number.

I called the number and a woman answered.  She sounded like Sally, but it
had been almost 10 years since I spoke to her.  We arranged to meet for
coffee and sure enough it was my ex-slave girl's old roommate.

Sally told me after I left the country that Jenny brought Mike along with
her to parties.  When Sally asked about the sudden rebound with Mike,
Jenny confessed that she had been my slave girl and that since she had a
deep need to be owned by a dominant man I arranged for Mike to take over
as her owner.

I acknowledged to Sally that what Jenny told her was correct and asked
why she wanted to talk to me.

Sally confessed to me that after talking with Jenny about her experiences
with me and what it was like to be an owned girl that she started looking
for a man like me to wed.

Sally said when she started dating Jack. She thought he was much like me.
He was publicly outgoing.  He had a good job and was good looking.  They
dated for some time and eventually got married.  While dating Jack never
showed her that he had any intention of dominating her. Sally thought
that perhaps he was waiting until they were married to show his strong
private side.

After being married for several years their relationship was more like
roommates and eventually Jack confessed to Sally that he wished for her to
dominate him!  On their anniversary he actually got down on his knees and
begged her to dominate him.

Their anniversary had been the previous month, and she started to think
about me.  She tracked me down via the internet, finding my contact
information on my professional web site.

After she found my information she told Jack that she would only dominate
him if he agreed that she could see me when and how she wanted to, and do
with me what she wanted.  As she described it to me Jack became very
excited and even got an erection at the thought of her seeing another man
when she wanted.

At this point Sally confessed to me she had no idea how to dominate her
husband, and she wanted to be a strong man's slave girl and live by his
rules.  She told me that two slave spirits living together did not make
for a good household arrangement.

I invited her to continue the conversation at a coffee shop in my neighborhood
after work on Wednesday.

Over coffee she asked me if I would consider taking her on as my next
slave girl.

Sally was not the first married woman who had asked me that question.  I
responded to her as I had to others.  I will be happy to take them both on
as my slaves, but if they split up they are both out of my life.

Sally got a look of horror on her face.  She quickly told me that Jack was
not bisexual and while she was very disappointed with their bedroom
dynamic, and even the general dynamic around the house she did love him
like a brother and would never want to force him to have sex with a man.

I had my coffee cup at my lips.  I took a nice big swig of joe. I put on
my most stern face, slowly I set my cup down, looking deep into her eyes I
broke out in a big belly laugh.

"Sally", I said, with a grin, "I do not bugger slave boys, nor do I have
slave boys suck me off.  I use husbands in cuckold couples for chores
around the house, washing my vehicles, mowing the lawn, general gardening,
and any heavy work I need done that requires 2 men to accomplish".

"The power dynamic", I continued, "will be me, then you, then him.  Think
of it as a chain of command".

"I will train you to provide him with the day to day domination he
needs, but you will in turn of course be submitting to me", I continued.

Sally protested, "I do not have any idea how to dominate a man, and I do
not want to.  Please don't make me do that".

"Master", I said.  Sally looked at me quizzically.  "What?" she said.

"If you want to be in my service you will address me as master", I
replied.  "So will your husband.  Do you understand?", I continued.

Meekly in a subdued tone Sally replied, "yes master".

I said,  "If you want to do this you will be my maid and
manservant, respectively. You, girl, will also be fucked. Let me be
perfectly clear you will be used sexually when, how, and by whom I say. Do
you agree girl?"

Quickly Sally responded, "yes master".

I instructed Sally to remove her panties and hand them to me.  While she
looked distressed she complied sliding them down under her skirt and off
her legs under the table of the booth we were sitting in.  She passed them
to me under the table.  The crotch was soaked. Sally was obviously excited
about the prospect of serving me.

Her panties were very pretty lace.  I next instructed her to unbutton 2
more buttons on her blouse and lean forward enough to give me a view.
When she leaned forward my suspecions were confirmed.  The panties were
part of a lovely lacy set.

I quickly glanced around the coffee shop and noted that no one was looking
our direction.  I requested Sally remove her bra and also hand it to me.
I assured her no one was looking.

Quickly she slipped her bra off and pulled it out of her blouse handing it
to me with a blush.

Her lovely breasts were now free under her blouse and her nether
region was also uncovered under her full pleated skirt.

I placed her undergarments in my brief case.  It was clear to her I would be
sending her home without her undergarments.

"Sally", I asked, "did you wear these nice things for me in the hope you
might get fucked today?"

A red flush came across her face and Sally responded meakly, "yes master".

I gave a small chuckle and took another swig of my coffee.

As we drank our coffee and chatted I learned that she lived in the
suburbs, worked in the city as a receptionist and took the train daily.
Since she was meeting me for coffee after work she was going to be taking
a later train home.

Her submissive feminist husband also commuted daily on the train.  He was
a university professor who taught gender studies at The City University.

It is no wonder this girl who was submissive at heart was coming to me to
get what she could not get at home.

As we finished our coffee I told Sally to come by my townhouse Friday
evening at 7 PM sharp and expect to stay until early Saturday afternoon.
I told her to have her husband ready to meet us for brunch at the coffee
shop Saturday afternoon.

I told Sally I expected her to be in a skirt and blouse Friday evening
when she arrived.  I told her no panty hose, but stockings were allowed. I
emphasized other than what was specified, a jacket and a nice pair of shoes no
other articles of clothing were allowed to her Friday at work, or after.

Sally blushed and said "I understand master".

I called for the check, paid and tipped our waitress and told Sally I
would walk her to the train.

Along the route from the coffee shop to the train there was a very narrow
alley.  It was barely wide enough for 2 people to walk down it, and no
cars could pass.  It had been used for mule drawn coal carts to make
deliveries in the 1800s.  Just after sunset the alley would be dark enough
that people looking down it from the main street with the glare of the
street lights and the flashing shop signs would never see a couple locked
in intimate embrace.

Knowing we had plenty of time to make the station before Sally's train
when we passed the dim narrow alley I stepped in guiding her with me.

As soon as we were in the shadows I pinned her back to the brick wall and
gave her a hard long kiss.  She responded like woman that needed my kiss
to survive.  It was like she was dying of thirst and I was her water of
life.

I let my right hand slide down her body until I found the hem of her
skirt.  I slid my hand up the back of her leg and cupped her firm round
ass giving it a squeeze.  This seemed to ignite the fire in her even
more.  She began to grind against me.  I slid my hand down the back of her
leg and moved it around between her legs.  I patted the inside of her
moist thigh and she spread her legs wider apart.  I now had
full access to her nether regions.  Not only did I find that her thighs
were both slick with her own juices, but she was also freshly waxed or
shaved.

I ran my middle finger the length of her slit from back to front lingering
on her clitoris for just a moment.  She moaned with pleasure.  Next I
inserted my finger all the way inside her.  While very slick I found her
to be so tight that she was hard to penetrate her with my finger.  I
eventually made contact with her G spot and kept stimulating her clitoris
with my thumb.  The whole while I was kissing her on the mouth, nibbling
her neck and playing with her breasts with my other hand.

In no time I could tell she was going to orgasm.  I kept my mouth tight on
hers to muffle her moans and I pressed my body tight to hers.

As her shuddering subsided I held her close.  When she had recovered her
breath I lifted my wet right hand to her lips.  She eagerly licked it
clean of all her own juices.

I gave her a quick little nuzzle and whispered in her ear "good girl,  I
will take you to the station and put you on the train now, but first you
are going to call your husband and tell him you expect him to be waiting
on his knees 5 paces from the front door when you get home.  When you get
home smile down at him, walk right up to him and lift your skirt then tell
him to kiss you on the lips, your nether lips. Do not let him do anything
but kiss you there.  No licking, no sucking.  Just a kiss.  When he has
kissed you step back and drop your skirt.  You are not to have any other
sexual contact with him without my express instruction."

After Sally called her husband I walked her to the station and made sure
she was safely aboard the train before I walked home with a smile on my
face.

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