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Erotic BDSM Stories Of A Wife Slave

Erotic BDSM stories

Club Risque is where all my erotic BDSM stories of a wife slave originate. The best slaves are made, step by step. They are subject to gross humiliation from an early start. I am not a brat, a top from the bottom or a demure woman by any means. Submissiveness lies in my nature but I too had to be trained. I know that my loyalty lies in a good Masters’ hands. Now how my master and husband trained me is the subject that many a cock of a dominant man wants to know. I would be exposed to places like Club Risque where I would mingle in a crowd of other slaves and masters. My eyes wide at all the goings on. A blow job performed by two slaves, one male and one female at the same time. I admired the chain leashes and the easy way the owner was drinking his drink and talking to another woman while this was happening. One to many times I had to be jerked by the cuffs my husband held on to as we were walking. I had better keep my head down and go straight to the stage. I was clad in nothing but a neon suit that went up between my ass and in between my pussy lips. My nipples barely covered. Forced to perform and dance my way out of a spanking I so deserved. I lost myself in the music and smoke. Strange hands found my body and I was beginning to feel the confidence soar through me. My stripper heels tugged at until I fell down. I could feel fingers probing into my ass and between my pussy lips.  My body clawed at and dragged off my little podium. I began slave training all in. I was the toy for owners and slaves to fuck me in every hole.


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