My wife and I have become someone else's sex slaves, used at will. 0102

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With my wife's encouragement and support, I've recorded what happened. If it
resonates with any of you fellow enthusiasts, I'll be honored.
My wife and I have been sex slaves for over a year now. In this year, our lives have undergone
tremendous changes—it's truly amazing and unimaginable.
But I'm certain that although we've lost a lot, such as control over our bodies and some of the
sexual rights couples enjoy, we're more clearly aware that we love each other more and cherish our
life together more than ever before.
I'm 26 years old and own a small studio. My wife is a year younger than me and
works .
While she's not exceptionally beautiful, she's definitely above average in looks, with captivating, expressive eyes
. She also has a great figure, especially her incredibly sexy, long legs. She appears gentle and virtuous, but is actually
wild at heart.
Our master is a 40-year-old man, a talented and wealthy vice president of a state-owned enterprise in a neighboring city. That's
the background .
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I turned on the speakerphone, kowtowed, and said, "Brother, my wife and I are at home, at your disposal." The master on the other end of the line said casually, "Brother, I've already arranged for three masters to meet at my XX nightclub tonight at 8 pm. Hmm, like I told you the other day, I might need to fuck your wife a bit, and maybe a little rough. Are you sure you want that?" I gave a wry smile, but inwardly I was excited. Some guys might ask, why is your master so polite to you? That's precisely his brilliance. He deeply understands my liking for being cuckolded, abused, and psychologically humiliated. Therefore , he almost always calls me "brother," and asks me to call him "big brother." Moreover, when he trains me and my wife , he always uses a consultative tone, creating the impression that I'm willingly handing my wife over. This is a deadly method for me. Whenever my master uses this method on me, I feel extremely humiliated yet extremely excited. There are rules for how I answer my master. I have to say the prescribed words in a relaxed tone: "Brother, look at what you're saying. Your sister-in-law is just a sex toy for you to satisfy your lust. You can do whatever you want with her." I could clearly hear my wife kneeling beside me groan. I knew she had started to get into that kind of situation. Master: "Okay, by the way, your sister-in-law needs to dress provocatively, otherwise what if people don't like to have sex with her It won't look good on your face either. I'll send you the clothes I need her to wear in a bit. Also, here's the training plan for you and your sister-in-law tonight… Get some rest today, and drive over directly tonight, be on time at XX Nightclub." The master hung up the phone, and his wife had already collapsed to the floor. Her face flushed, she murmured, "Husband, this… okay, there's a plan that's a bit harsh, I'm afraid I… can't handle it." I stood up, picked up my wife, kissed her, and said, "Don't worry, I'm here. I'll be with you for the training." My wife's little tongue slipped into my mouth, and we kissed passionately, then collapsed onto the sofa. After a while, my wife poked my penis with her index finger and said, "What's the use of having you around? You'll probably suffer some kind of torture yourself later, won't it hurt?" The pain my wife meant was that my penis was wearing a very short penis lock, tightly sealing me as a symbol of masculinity . It naturally hurts when I'm erect. So I've always been very, very restrained in controlling my desires. Of course, most of the time it's futile; the more I suppress it, the more excited I become, and then I helplessly watch my penis half-erect, pressing against the penis lock, enduring that feeling of being restrained and controlled. One key to the lock is with the owner, and the other is a spare that my wife keeps. My wife's key is only used in emergencies, and only the owner has the right to unlock and release it according to his will. Some fellow horny guys say, "Your wife must cheat for you, secretly unlocking it for you!" Of course, I can't deny it, after all, my wife is still my wife. After a few pleadings, she secretly lets me out to relax. But to be honest, after being confined by the penis lock for so long and having my body tamed, I've actually started to enjoy that feeling of burning with desire yet unable to reach orgasm. I nodded and said, "I need to try my best to control my desire for you, otherwise this lock is too much." "How about I find a suitable opportunity to tell Master to change yours?" My wife tenderly held my companion, which was locked in the small cage. I kissed my wife and shook my head with a smile: "No, anyway, you can secretly unlock it for me, it won't hurt my little brother." "Hmm... now I'm someone's sex... slave, I have to listen to Master in everything, especially in terms of sex. Many times I have no choice, especially since our Master's desire for control is so strong... I can only unlock it for you secretly for a while, he will ask to check the video at any time, if Master finds out we're in big trouble... you should take good care of your body, try not to get aroused, and tell me secretly if you feel uncomfortable." My wife hugged me again. After a while , Master's clothing requirements came over. I picked up my phone and said to my wife, "A13, C9, D7, E3, F3. Also, bring one set each of an OL (office lady), flight attendant, and nurse outfits." My wife got up from the sofa, naked, and walked to the wardrobe full of all kinds of sexy lingerie to choose clothes. According to the master 's rules, all of my wife's clothes had to be numbered: A for tops, B for underwear, C for bottoms, D for...

The table shows underwear, socks (E), and shoes (F).
My wife picked up the A13, blushing, and said, "Honey, the others are fine, but you won't let me
wear underwear without a B. How am I supposed to wear this A13?"
The A13 was a short, red, lace-covered lingerie with long straps that barely covered
my wife's C-cup nipples. I was stunned and could only say, "Ahem, my wife wearing
this is like a nuclear bomb! Sigh! You rarely wear short skirts like the C9 that are almost see-through
. If you can't wear a D7, it's a C-string without straps, and you'd have to insert a vibrator. Will it hold?"
My wife sighed sadly, but I could already tell she was getting aroused.
"There's really no way around it. I hope sticking red tape on my nipples will prevent Master from scolding me. My lower
body is fine, but this C9 skirt will definitely be visible! It's fine in the car, but what about when we go to
the nightclub ?"
I laughed, trying to put my wife at ease. I knew she was both excited and nervous. "You little
slut, pretending to be innocent? You've been through so many outdoor exhibitionist training sessions, this is no small matter, hehe." My
wife's pretty face, which had just returned to normal, quickly flushed red again.
Honestly, this is what attracts Master to my wife. Even if she's wild inside and wet inside, she's
very easily embarrassed, and when she is, her face turns bright red.
What a charming little devil!
My wife playfully rolled her eyes at me, "Hmph! Don't expect me to unlock the door for you anymore. If you want to ejaculate,
go ask your master. I'll torture you to death."
I laughed and hugged her, "Okay, okay, my good wife, I was wrong! I only
unlock the door , isn't that miserable enough?"
My wife hugged me tightly, sighed, and murmured, "I hope we made the right choice."
We spent the whole Saturday day hand in hand shopping, whispering sweet nothings and dreaming about the future. It was very sweet,
but we tacitly avoided mentioning any training, because we both knew that tonight we were going to have
a new breakthrough, and our bodies were silently accumulating energy to receive training.
At 6 pm, we had dinner at home, and my wife changed into the clothes her master had specified.
When I saw my wife in the mirror, she was incredibly sexy!
She had big, curly perm hair, charming and fashionable, delicate makeup, alluring eyes full of spring, and a pert little
nose with upturned red lips!
Her upper body was clad in a sexy A13 suspender top, almost half of her high, firm breasts exposed, her pert
nipples clearly visible, with glimpses of the rest through the lace.
Her slender waist and small navel were bare, and below that was a very short C9-sized skirt, barely
20 centimeters long, barely covering her buttocks. It was slightly transparent and flowy, and a gust of wind would undoubtedly cause a wardrobe malfunction.
Through the skirt, I could vaguely see a pale pink, curved C-shaped panty tucked between her thighs. As
any fellow horny guy knows, C-panties don't have any straps, unlike thongs which have strings. C-panties are
held together entirely by the cleft between her vulva and anus.
Moreover, I knew my wife had a vibrator inserted into her C-panty, waiting to be turned on after getting in the car,
and then according to her master's request, to arouse her so she could be used immediately upon arrival.
My wife gently stroked her exposed waist, glanced back at me, and gave me a flirtatious wink. "Honey, are you hard yet?"
My eyes widened!
Yes, my little brother almost got hard too! (As you know, because he was tightly locked up, it was impossible for
him to get hard.)
Although I've witnessed my wife's sexiness countless times, it still leaves me feeling incredibly shaken every time!
My wife smiled contentedly at my reaction.
I drove, occasionally glancing at my wife hiding in the back seat. There was no way she could
sit in the passenger seat dressed like that.
Following her master's instructions, she had already turned on the vibrator, and the buzzing vibrations and my wife's
soft moans filled the car.
I laughed and said, "Hey beautiful young lady, be careful! It's still over an hour away. Don't get yourself to
orgasm Master said you have to get very wet, but you can't orgasm. Watch out for Master's tricks
!"
My wife snorted and said coquettishly, "Do you need to tell me? I can definitely hold back. Sigh, honey, I've discovered
that Master is really good at playing with people. I'll definitely be very horny when we get there. You know, once I get horny, I forget
myself become a fool who listens to everything. Humph, this is Master's conspiracy!"
I laughed loudly, "You're such a little fool. But really, you have to hold back from orgasming!
Once you orgasm, you become very lazy, and that'll be too obvious! Master will see right through you!"
"I know, I know, you're too nagging! Just drive your car."
I stopped talking and focused on driving, because my driving skills aren't very good yet, and I need to concentrate.
About half an hour later, my wife cried out, "It's all over, honey! I... I
just couldn't hold back..."
My hand trembled, and I slowly pulled over to the side of the road. I looked at my wife with concern and said, "Really? What
should we do?"
My wife was almost crying. "I underwent two months of orgasm control training. I thought I could control my orgasms without any problem
. I thought I'd turn on a high setting and enjoy it a bit more, but after only two or three minutes, I couldn't control myself anymore.
What should I do, honey!"
I was speechless at this silly girl. I thought for a moment and said, "Okay, it's still early.
You should masturbate and get your libido back up. Make sure you can control yourself! Otherwise, your master will notice when you
get there , and who knows what might happen."
My wife also cried helplessly and said, "Okay, then can you kiss my genitals for a while?"
What could I say? I could only oblige. However, this isn't actually allowed. Without my master's
permission , I can only kiss my wife on the lips; I can't touch or kiss her breasts, genitals, or feet (
because I'm particularly obsessed with her feet). But now there's no other way; my wife is weak for a while after her orgasm
. I have to help her.
I found a small grove of trees by the roadside, drove the car in, and got into the back seat to get to work… Before accepting
my master's request, I especially loved kissing my wife, so I've developed a really good tongue. It took about four or
five minutes, and my wife's libido, which had been lost during her orgasm, returned.
My wife, panting, said, "Honey, I feel so good, so good! Yes...
right here... Uh, why did you stop, honey? Come on!"
I greedily swallowed my wife's nectar, pointed to my genitals, and said, "No, my queen, it hurts so much down there
, I can't let you kiss me anymore, you have to do it yourself."
My wife took a deep breath, "Okay, you drive, I'll control myself this time."
We drove in silence, and my wife kept on the verge of orgasm, but no matter what she said, I knew she was
different from before her first orgasm. That's just how her body is; the first orgasm releases a lot of
energy for her, and the second time, she's definitely a bit languid in the passion. Could she successfully evade her master's observation?
We arrived at the XX nightclub at 7:30. The master's company often entertains
guests at this nightclub. They have their own VIP rooms, which are very private and secure. The master first formally trained my
wife here, and there have been many times since, so I'm very familiar with this place.
We took the elevator straight to the top floor. My wife was already mortified by the stares of the staff. She was blushing, her skin
flushed, and dressed so revealingly, her nipples occasionally peeking out (the tape on her nipples had been removed
).
I was helpless and could only try my best to cover her alluring body.
When we reached the VIP room, only a handsome young man stood outside. My wife and I knelt down and
kowtowed three times. The young man stood there without looking at us, demonstrating professional service. Actually,
I recognized this waiter; I'd seen us being "trained" many times before, so I guess he was used to it.
I got up and quietly pushed open the door. The room was familiar, with a faint smell of tobacco. The host and three other men were gathered
together smoking and playing cards.
My wife was trembling with nervousness, because this was her first time being publicly "trained." I was also just pretending to be calm.
The master glanced at us, and we hurried forward, kneeling before the table and kowtowing, saying, "Master,
we arrived."
The master said, "Come, brothers and sisters-in-law, raise your heads so the masters can see you."
Looking up, we saw the four masters had stopped their card game and were staring at us.
My wife, unable to bear the intense gazes of the four masters, lowered her head slightly and stammered, "
Greetings to the master."
After introducing the other three masters—friends from the business world—we had to
kowtow to each one. After the introductions, the master said, "Alright, tell us what brings you two, this loving young couple,
here. We had no idea what you were doing here." He finished speaking with a faint smile.
I became excited. As mentioned before, the master loved this kind of "training" routine.
My wife's chest heaved violently; she was extremely nervous! Her nipples were completely
exposed , and at this point, she neither cared nor dared to cover them up.
My wife took a deep breath and began to speak according to the prescribed script: "My husband and I are here to be publicly disciplined by the four masters
. Please, masters, do as you please... do as you please... do as you please..."
By the end, her voice was barely audible. Clearly, she
felt immense shame for voluntarily saying these shameful things in front of people other than her masters.
Obviously, the master didn't want to stop there; he wanted to continue the psychological humiliation.
"Hmm, discipline is fine. Now, tell me your identities,"
my wife's chest began to tremble, indicating she was extremely nervous. She didn't know
how to answer this question, because everyone knew we were a husband-and-wife sex slave couple, but simply stating it
wouldn't satisfy the master.
The pressure of the atmosphere was almost unbearable for my wife and me.
I nervously raised my head, wanting to speak for my wife, but the master's stern gaze also fell upon us. My heart skipped a beat, and I
quickly lowered my head again.
My wife, perhaps suddenly remembering a similar answer she'd given before, quickly replied, "My husband and I
are...we're husband and wife, um...sex slaves. I have three uses. First, as a tool, my master's
...um, a tool for sexual release. My master can use me whenever he wants...um...sexual release...that is, fuck me...I
can do it anytime, I'm always ready to be fucked. Second, I'm...a toy, a sex toy,
someone my master , someone he can train at will. Third, I'm my master's training assistant, used to keep an eye on and humiliate my
husband. That's it."
Yes, this was a more satisfactory answer for my master. Because he had emphasized my wife's three uses: to be played with
at will , to be fucked at will, and to humiliate me.
"Hmm, that's fairly clear. Looks like you want to be fucked. But what preparations have you made for coming to be fucked tonight
? The masters are very busy; they just ask for it and you can fuck me right away."
My heart was trembling, and my little brother was pounding in his cage. Master, oh Master, this humiliation is too
much !
After being humiliated, his wife was now ready to accept discipline, and her speech became smoother.
"Yes, Master, now my little hole, which I use to help you release your desire, has a vibrating egg inserted. It's been vibrating slowly
for over an hour, and I'm on the verge of orgasm. I'm also very wet. If you masters want to... want to fuck me
, you can just take it... and you can fuck me. It's very useful."

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