My Wife, My Slave Part III

By Grace Vilmont

After a rocky introduction to our master-slave relationship, I happily grew into the role of owning Sheila. When we brought Claire and her husband, her slave, into our sex lives everything became much more complicated...and much more exciting.

This is a 11,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part three of three.

Content warning: features graphic sex, BDSM, dominant male-submissive female, cheating spouses, forced body modification, willing slave play, strong language, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.

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The sex that Claire and I had wasn’t exactly violent, but it was very energetic which is to be expected when two dominants go to bed. We made our spouses—our slaves—wait out in the hallway behind the closed bedroom door. It was a typical cost-savings hollow-core door so they assuredly heard everything that we were doing. That was part of the fun. Before banishing Bruce from the bedroom Claire had put his ball gag back in place so he couldn’t talk. I wasn’t sure what the two slaves would say to each other, but that wasn’t important.

“I wasn’t too hard on you, was I?”

Claire shook her head. “No. I love a good sex. I haven’t gotten that in a while because of Bruce.”

“You keep him in that cage. You can take it off him when you want that.”

She laughed as I was drawing my finger up her thigh and at first I thought I was tickling her, but then she said. “No. Well, yes. I can take it off, but he has trouble getting it up. Sad really.”

I froze. Just the mention of another man’s problems made me instantly nervous. “He can’t get an erection?”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elliot Silvestri
• Release date: Dec 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311996213

Grace Vilmont

Grace Vilmont likes the more bizarre aspects of human—and nonhuman—sexuality. Much to her own surprise she is married and living in suburbia pretending to live a normal life while the best parts of her life only exists in her mind.

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My Wife, My Slave

Part III

By Grace Vilmont

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Part III

Chapter Seven

The sex that Claire and I had wasn’t exactly violent, but it was very energetic which is to be expected when two dominants decided to fuck. We made our spouses—our slaves—wait out in the hallway behind the closed bedroom door. It was a typical cost-savings hollow-core door so they assuredly heard everything that we were doing. That was part of the fun. Before banishing Bruce from the bedroom Claire had put his ball gag back in place so he couldn’t talk. I wasn’t sure what the two slaves would say to each other, but that wasn’t important. His cock was still in its little cage so there was little chance for him to have any sexual pleasure while we were busy. Sheila was naked and exposed, so he could get her off if he wanted to, but we weren’t concerned about that.

I wasn’t too hard on your pussy, was I?

Claire shook her head. No. I love a good hard fucking. I haven’t gotten that in a while because of Bruce.

You keep him in that cage. You can take it off him when you want a good hard fucking.

She laughed as I was drawing my finger up her thigh and along the slit of her cunt. At first I thought I was tickling her, but then she said. No. Well, yes. I can take it off, but he has trouble getting it up. Sad really.

I froze. Just the mention of another man’s dick problems made me instantly nervous. He can’t get an erection?

Well, actually he can. Maintaining one is the real problem. And when he does get one, he’s so eager he’s become a premature ejaculator—though I suppose that might be a side effect of wearing the cage.

I was flatly stunned. Maybe you shouldn’t use the cage on him, I suggested. "At least until he gets his dick