Shared Trophy Wife Ch. 03 – BDSM

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Please read the previous chapters before reading this so you know the characters. Like chapter one, this is a domination/submission story not a bondage story. At least not yet.

I went to sleep thinking about what Christine told me to do, but I was so exhausted I fell asleep almost immediately and only woke up because of my 6:15 alarm. That left me time to go to the bathroom and put on some quick makeup. Even though I showered last night, I still felt dirty and I had a feeling I wasn’t gonna feel clean after today. I didn’t bother putting on my robe. Right on time at 6:30 I walked into Christine’s room. I would like to say I had my doubts after waking up that I would do this, but you would know I was lying.

Was Christine asleep? Maybe. She might have been pretending. I do know she was naked under her blanket and moments after I crawled between her legs and took my first tentative lick, her left hand pulled my head tighter against her pussy. Now the clock in my head started ticking. Christine had promised me an orgasm before I went to see Jimmy in half an hour if I was successful at getting her off. I began licking her with as much enthusiasm as I could. Based on how she was squirming, I felt confident I would succeed in this challenge.

Christine wasn’t a moaner like I am. She was pretty quiet, although she did sort of hum from time to time. Her sweet nectar told me I was on the right path, even if her sounds did not. Her legs began to squeeze my head. I took that as a good sign as well. I began sucking strongly on her clit. Now she started to moan. I slid a finger into her pussy and began to finger fuck her as I worked on her nub. That was all it took. Her climax was gorgeous. It wasn’t as earth shattering as mine from last night, but I was happy with its strength and hoped she was as well. Standing up from the bed I looked at her clock. It was 6:50am. It took me 20 minutes to get her off. That was unfortunate as it took her another minute or so to look up at me.

“That was great Alexis,” she said. “You earned your reward.” She then spoke to her phone and set a timer for 8 minutes.

“Look in the top drawer of my dresser. Pick something out or I can suck your tits and rub your clit for you.”

I didn’t want to waste any time looking at what I assumed was her toy collection. But on the other hand, she might have something that would get me off quicker. As I told you, she has an innocent look, but she is no virgin. Her drawer had several styles of vibrators. That wasn’t a surprise. Neither were the two dildos. She had told me about using one last night while Jimmy was fucking me. I was surprised by the handcuffs, blindfold and nipple clamps. Afraid I was wasting time, I grabbed one of her dildos. It was the smaller one, but it had a curve to it I wondered might hit my g-spot. I then hurried back to the bed.

“Can we spoon and can you play with my nipples?” I asked. Yesterday I would have assumed that I would have to get myself off while she watched. But our relationship was a bit more intimate than that right now. Fortunately she welcomed me with open arms. I curled up beside her with her left arm under my body and wrapped around to cup my left breast. My left hand was rubbing my clit, my right hand was fucking myself with the dildo and her right arm was wrapped over my body and holding my right breast. Oh, and I was pushing my ass back against her.

“You sounded amazing last night,” she cooed in my ear.

A wave of please washed over my body.

“I hate for you to rush your orgasm,” she said, although I really wasn’t listening. I was floating on both my nipples being stimulated, my clit being rubbed and my pussy being slammed by the dildo.

I think Christine kept talking. I vaguely remember hearing words of encouragement designed to make me cum. My orgasm was building, but before I could quite get there, I heard her phone alarm go off and instantly she let go of my breasts.

“Sorry, Alexis,” she said. “Time’s up. I don’t want you to be late for Jimmy. Maybe after he goes to work we can finish.

I got the impression she wasn’t really that upset that I didn’t climax. I think she held back her own climax to limit the time I would have. On the plus side, she did say we could finish later. That was something to look forward to, although my plan was to give Jimmy the best blowjob he ever had and convince him to fuck me again before breakfast. Alas as I cooked the twins’ breakfast, my belly was full of Jimmy’s cum and my pussy was empty and in need.

Jimmy left quickly after breakfast for work. I knew we didn’t have time to fuck, but a girl can dream. I was still naked so I hoped I was enticing for Christine. She had been watching me with a lustful look in her eyes. Unlike yesterday, I had not gone under the table to service either of them. We actually sat and I got to eat, although being the only one without clothes did feel weird. Christine ate with her left hand and her right hand was primarily under the table except for when she needed to use her knife. I assumed she was masturbating, although she made no sounds to confirm that. She remained at the table when Jimmy left and I started clearing the dishes. As I loaded up the dishwasher I thought I heard a soft moan or two. I needed to cum, but if I had to help Christine cum first, I was willing to do that. The more I thought about how good her pussy tasted, the more the idea of eating her out again sounded appealing. Was I becoming bisexual? Maybe. Or maybe she was just so innocent in her naughtiness that I found that a turn on. Anyway, her arm was moving faster under the table when I returned. I took the initiative and walked to her side of the table and stood in front of her. She pulled her hand out from under the table and turned to face me. Her gym shorts were gone, but I was surprised to see she was still wearing panties. I had assumed they had been jettisoned when I went into the kitchen. Christine waved her hands to indicate I should move closer. I expected her to finger me. Instead she lifted both hands and gripped my nipples. I swooned.

“What were you saying about unfinished company, slut?” she asked.

Her fingers were having the usual effect when someone touches my nipples. “I have not cum yet today,” I replied.

She released my hard points. “On your knees,” she commanded. My knees immediately bent and soon I was on the floor facing her panty clad pussy. Undoubtedly she wanted to cum again before I got that pleasure. I said undoubtedly because what else could there be but having me service her again? Well, my analysis of the situation was wrong. She simply grabbed my hair and pulled my head against her pussy without removing her panties. They were soaked, not a surprise, and her arousal scent was very strong. That was not a surprise either.

“I wore these panties while I masturbated listening to you and Jimmy last night. I came twice during and once after your performance.” I wanted to tell her it was hardly a performance and that he had just fucked the dickens out of me, but my mouth was pressed against the wet fabric.

“I masturbated in them again when you went to blow Jimmy this morning and during breakfast, although I didn’t cum now. They should be nice and wet and definitely stinky for you.”

That statement concluded, Christine started rocking her hips and pulling my head resulting in her fragrance and juices being spread around my face. “This will leave you my scent to smell for a few hours,” she added proudly. I responded by reaching down and starting to rub my pussy. Although I couldn’t really speak, at least not without fighting against her grip, a throaty moan did escape my mouth.

“No, no no,” she scolded me. “I’ll decide when you can do that. Stop playing with yourself right now!”

Why did I stop? She seemed to hold some kind of power over me. I wasn’t about to climax, but given a few more minutes, I probably could have gotten there. But immediately I stopped. Christine then pulled my head back and stood up. She didn’t let go of my hair though. I imagine my face was glistening with her juices. That must have made her happy. I didn’t mind either.

Christine walked to the living room, my hair still in hand and my body crawling behind her. She sat down in the middle of the couch and pulled me toward her. I didn’t grasp exactly what she wanted until she told me, “Over my knee you stupid whore.” At the same time she pulled my hair forcing me to scamper up onto her lap to avoid the pain. As I settled over her lap, it dawned on me how quickly I fell into the habit of doing what she commanded. With Jimmy and Tommy, while I did what they said, I questioned them in my mind. Now, obviously in a position to receive a spanking, something that had not happened since I was a young, disobedient child, I didn’t question whether I should use my hands to get her to release her grip on my hair. I didn’t understand what was happening, but thankfully Christine would soon explain. But not before the first stinging slap on my right butt cheek. And not before an equally hard on on the left.

Actually she didn’t explain anything immediately, although she did tell me to put my hands behind my back and hold my wrists. I had a wave of excitement flow through my body as I moved my arms. It reminded me of cuffing myself for Tommy, although the binds were now virtual. Christine’s spanking continued, now with commentary.

“Do you know why I am spanking you?” she asked.

My breaths were coming in shorter gasps as the heat from her strikes radiated down to my pussy. The same pussy that I had started involuntarily grinding on her knee, by the way.

“Because you didn’t cum this morning after you finished eating my pussy,” she told me.

“I wanted to, but I didn’t have enough time,” I pleaded with her as an explanation. Her next spank was more forceful, but the pain was starting to ebb.

“No excuses, slut,” she told me. “When you are allowed to cum, I expect you to cum.”

I was grinding my clit on her knee with more force now. I knew eventually that would make me cum whether Christine deemed I should be allowed to or not. It was weird, in that moment, how I thought it was important to be able to climax when she deemed it appropriate. This morning I needed a few more minutes. Now I was concerned I would cum no matter what. Then I felt her finger run down my slit. My dripping wet slit.

“You are more like my mother than you realize,” she told me. Her finger now slid forward and tapped my clit. Between moans I managed to say, “I know. She was a nympho too.”

“Yes, but that’s not what I meant,” she replied. She also removed her fingers and resumed spanking me. She was still striking me firmly, but the pain was gone. All I felt was heat and waves of pleasure in my brain.

“Mom was secretly submissive,” Christine told me. “She had a Mistress that kept her satisfied when dad was gone instead of running off to one-night stands or friends with advantages.”

Christine went back to rubbing my slit as she told me about her mom.

Dad was fine with her seeing other men, much like he is fine with you doing that. But when she found Roxanne, things changed.”

Christine tapped my clit again making it difficult for me to comprehend what she was saying. I managed to babble, “Roxanne?”

“She had a threesome with my parents. Apparently mom really enjoyed it because Roxanne started showing up when dad was out of town. Then I found videos they made for him. I guess mom preferred he jerk off when he was on the road instead of going out and finding some skank for the night.”

With the waves of pleasure flowing through my body I wasn’t really comprehending what Christine was telling me.

“The first videos were pretty tame with the two of them playing together. Like you, my mom liked following instructions. Pretty soon it was obvious Roxanne liked giving orders. Soon she became mom’s Mistress.”

I was getting very close to orgasming due to Christine’s finger action. Like her brother, she knew exactly what buttons to push to get me to agree to her plans. She pulled her finger away from my pussy and told me to kneel on the floor in front of her.

“Jimmy wants you as his pet and you clearly like that. He just wants to play games with you. He loves a good blowjob and I’m sure your hot, wet cunt feels good for him. But he won’t bother really getting inside your head. He’ll make you cum, but not like I can. I can tell you crave being controlled at a deep level. You were leaking like a faucet while you humped my knee. Go ahead and rub your nipples, but don’t touch your cunt.”

As you know, nipple play will keep my lust at peak, but not allow me to go over the edge. She was pushing all the right buttons to drive me wild. As I knelt in front of the couch, she stood up and walked over to the end table at the end of the couch. Then she stripped off her clothes. I secretly hoped I was going to get to eat her pussy again. Instead I saw her pull two vibrators and a leather collar out from the drawer of the end table. She then sat back down on the front of the couch in front of me and spread her legs.

She held up the first vibrator so I could see it. It had a thin curved shaft and a large head.

“I love this vibe,” she told me. “It fills me just right and nestles right against my g-spot.”

She then held up the second one. It was a small wand.

“This one is for my clit. Neither one is super strong, but together they will have me climbing the walls within a few minutes and will make me squirt in about ten.”

I didn’t understand where she was going with this or why she was telling me these details.

“Rub your clit, but if you cum before I do, I’ll whip your tits,” she warned me. She also turned on her two vibes. I didn’t think she would really whip my tits if I came before her, but I didn’t want to find out. She had given me an approximate time to tease myself of ten minutes, give or take, at least assuming she didn’t stop just to fuck with me. She then went on to explain more about her mom and about herself.

“As I watched Roxanne take control of my mom and how much she loved being submissive, I knew I wanted to be like her. I tried to introduce Carol, my roommate, to some of the things mom and Roxanne did, but my being dominant wasn’t for her. You, on the other hand, distribute many traits with my mom. You obviously enjoyed the spanking and while I’m sure you could get yourself off in moments, you’re being a good girl and waiting for me.”

I moaned as she described me perfectly. Yes I loved sex, but Christine describing having someone control me struck a chord deep in my soul. Clearly that was the driving force for the amazing orgasms I’d had with Charles, Jimmy and Tommy, even if I had not realized it yet.

It was difficult because it was taking all my emotional strength not to cum, but I managed to ask between moans what it meant to be submissive and to have a Mistress.

“We’ll watch mom’s videos,” she promised me. “They will help teach you. But you’ll need to commit to following my instructions immediately and completely. I will train you to be the best nympho slut you can be. I’ll get inside your head and you’ll have the best orgasms you can imagine. I will control when and where you can cum and I guarantee they will be amazing.”

I was sure there was more to being a submissive than cumming your brains out, but I started rubbing myself a little harder because what she said sounded good. “Do I still get to play with Jimmy?” I asked, expecting the answer to be no.

“I think that can be arranged,” she told me. “You’re still his pet and you’re still dad’s naughty nympho trophy wife. But you’ll also be my sex slave.”

I moaned as she said that and a shock of pleasure hit my body. I almost came. It was close. Christine noticed.

“Just a little longer my pet,” she told me. I didn’t understand the difference between her use of pet or Jimmy’s, but I knew there was one.

“When I cum,” she added, “you have permission to cum. When you do, you are agreeing to be my slave and from this moment on, you will do whatever I command quickly and completely.”

“Yes, Christine,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“Yes, Mistress,” she corrected me.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, my body starting to convulse.

“Not yet, slut,” she warned me again, reasserting her dominance over me.

“Please Mistress,” I pleaded. “I cannot hold back any longer.”

I watched as Christine started shaking as well. Her toys were doing their jobs. She was clearly trying to hold back her own orgasm, probably to torment me.

“Please cum, Mistress,” I told her. I had two motivations. One, I wanted to please her like I had when I licked her pussy earlier. Second, a more selfish reason, I needed to climax even more than after Jimmy had me edge for an entire day, if that is possible.

Christine was the one whimpering in need now. “Are you gonna be my slave?” she asked. Apparently my answer to that question was a key to her climax as well as my own.

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “I am yours.”

Christine howled in a primal way. She also pulled the g-spot vibrator out of her pussy and dropped the small wand she had on her clit. I was worried she was trying to stop her orgasm as a test to see if I would still cum. But she began rubbing her hand with great speed and great force across her clit. A moment later she exploded with a spray of girl cum the likes I’d never seen before, even in a porno. She also screamed louder than any partner I ever had.

The first splash of her squirt hitting my chest triggered my orgasm. Even without that, it was preordained that her scream and her body shaking as she was wracked by her climax would have gotten me off. I now belonged to her, although both our climaxes were so strong that neither of us could recover for several minutes to further discuss what my submitting to her meant. When we finally were back to reality, Christine, I mean Mistress, buckled the collar around my neck.

“I’ll be getting one that’s just for you, but for now, you can wear this one. When we are alone in the house, you are to have it on. When dad is in town or Jimmy is home, we’ll have to be more careful.”

It was weird. I have had men give me many gifts, including the 2-ct engagement ring from Charles, but this simple gesture of possession to her meant more to me than anything else. Once I was collared, she took a picture of me. She promised it was just for her so when she went back to school, she had something to remind her of this day. Damn. I’d forgotten she and Jimmy would be heading back to school soon as Summer was winding down. Mistress then told me to go get two bottles of water while she put the toys away. I headed to the kitchen, she headed upstairs. I’ve gotten accustomed to being naked in the house, but the collar definitely added a new spice to the simple tasks of getting water for us. I wondered how it would feel to wear it while cooking.

I was back to the living room before Christine. Dang. I did it again. I had to get used to calling her Mistress. Anyway, I had no clue whether I should stand or sit while waiting for her. I really didn’t understand what being her submissive entailed. I knew she would teach me, but I didn’t want to screw up already. Plus my ass was already sore from her spanking. I decided to kneel on the floor in the same position I had been in when she came on me. I figured that was safe. She returned a couple of minutes later. She had on a powder blue baby doll nighty. Except for the lack of panties, she looked innocent again. Well, the lack of panties and the fact she was holding a strap-on dildo kind of gave it away that she wasn’t who she seemed. She put the dildo on the table and took a bottle of water from me.

“I am glad to see you kneeling,” she told me. I smiled. “I didn’t give you specific instructions,” she continued, “but you made the proper choice. When in doubt, I want you kneeling or crawling.”

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