The Couple

My husband and I possessed an interest in D/S and BDSM activities, we had played around with every variation of the theme. I had served him, he had served me, at times things seem to work, other times they didn’t; the desire remained but things were never truly fulfilling, accordingly we had decided to ‘just not go there anymore’. It had been months since these erotic thoughts had entered my mind, then the invitation came to a friend’s garden party, she was so very proud of her roses.

I meet a group of confident and intelligent women, the conversations were wonderful; I felt very comfortable with one women in particular. We had a lengthy discussion getting to know one another, somehow we arrived at a discussion involving D/S relationships. This is the basis of this story, I am sharing with you, the readers.

About a month after the fateful meeting, my husband and I had just finished dinner, moving to relax in the living room. I carefully broached the subject of trying again to bring D/S play back into our lives. He was interested and professed his interest in becoming my slave. I told him that I wanted to formalize the agreement, we spent a couple of hours creating a contract which we signed and he became my property, my unlimited slave. I used my new property to satisfy my needs leaving him caged and horny; as appropriate for a newly acquired slave. I spent the next few days using my slave as a domestic servant, to firmly establish my dominance and his submission. It was now time to put the plan into action. I ordered the slave to kneel in front of me.

“I have something very special for us both planned for today. I am commanding you to obey completely without question. You are forbidden to speak and you will follow my directions exactly. Go shower and dress in a pair of shorts, sandals and a t-shirt, nothing more.”

The slave gave me a questioning look. “Now, and get back here as quickly as you can.”

My slave obeyed, I used the opportunity to put my to go bag in the car. After the slave returned to kneel before me, I commanded him to the car.

“Just sit quietly, we are going for a short drive.”

At the first stop, after we had driven through downtown, I commanded the slave to remove the t-shirt although there was a bit of hesitation; the shirt came off. I drove another couple of miles turning onto a side road, I stopped to hand the slave a blindfold and gag commanding it put them on, to remove the shorts then to slide forward on the seat. My slave gave me that same questioning look.

“NOW SLAVE, you are mine to do with as I please.”

The command was obeyed, I pulled it’s arms behind the back and locked the wrists. I drove the remain several miles arriving in front of my new friend’s home. After I parked, I stepped around the car to get my slave out; after standing the slave next to the car, I tighten the gag and blindfold, added a strap pulling the elbows together, added cuffs with a chain to the ankles, and attached a leash to the cock cage then lead my helpless slave to the house.

As I approached the front door, I stopped the slave commanding it to remove the sandals. “the next time I stop you, kneel immediately, make sure you are spread and the head held up.” I opened the door leading the slave a few feet into the foyer of the house, I stopped, my slave immediately knelt as commanded. “slave you are now kneeling before a woman that is now your Mistress, obey her.”

The exchange as best as I can remember:

“slave, I am going to remove your gag. Do not speak.”

Mistress reached forward and removed the gag, the slave remained quiet.

“slave, I am going to ask you some questions, I want short direct answers.”

“yes Mistress”

“What are you?”

“a slave Mistress”

“Whom do you serve, who owns you?”

“this slave is owned by and serves my Goddess”

“Before you chose slavery, did you have things, property?”

“yes Mistress”

“What happen to those things?”

“as is this slave, the things became my Goddess’s property”

Mistress then commanded the slave to open it’s mouth and replaced the gag and for the first time removed the blindfold. Mistress reached over removing the leash my hand, dropping it in front of the slave. She gently took my hand leading me to stand in front of the slave.

“slave I am now going to explain why you were brought here.”

Mistress turned to me and commanded ‘strip slave’ I stripped and knelt. Mistress placed her collar around my neck, bound my wrists behind my back and gagged me.

“This woman submitted herself, as my slave, my property a few days ago, and as you so clearly defined; I now own a pair of self confessed slaves. slaves stand to be lead to your new life under my ownership.”

Mistress picked up the leash attached to her slave’s cage then connected a leash to my collar leading her new acquisitions to their fate deeper into Mistress’s home.

Note to the readers: now that the story has established my true identity, a slave. Mistress, my owner, discovered my efforts to write this story and has decided that she would take over writing a few lines for you the reader.

I had been invited to my old friend Barbara’s garden party, after initially thinking I would skip it, I decided ‘what the hell, it couldn’t be that bad; I did like roses’. What turned out to be one of the foremost decisions I had made in a long time. As with all garden parties the best part was the opportunity to meet and engage in light conversation. When I met her, there was an immediate chemistry, our talk moved quickly from lighthearted chat to something deeper. I felt driven to push the discussion to relationships discovering she possessed an interest in D/S.

You see I am a hard core Dominant, always interested in feeding my needs. I read this delightful woman as an unfulfilled submissive; I felt compelled to explore the possibilities. At minimum she was open to growing a new friendship. That evening I decided to go for it, called her with a invitation to lunch the next day which she enthusiastically accepted.

The lunch and the company were wonderful, after a couple of glasses of wine, I had managed to get the saga of her and her husband’s efforts in trying to establish the type of relationship they both so craved. It was very clear to me why the efforts had failed to work, they’re both submissive. I became excited at the possibility of having a couple to play with. Yes, first I would hook her, then add the other half; l would enjoy the challenge no matter the outcome. We parted company firmly enthralled with our new connection.

That night I fell asleep dreaming of the possibilities, the dreams became so intense that I could not help myself, I had to act! I composed and sent her an email, explaining that I understood the dynamics causing the failure of her attempts to establish the desired relationship and that I had a plan to help her fix it and if she was interested, she could stop by anytime to discuss it.

Just after breakfast two days later, she knocked on my front door; it was time to roll the dice hoping to reach my desired goal. We set on my back patio, enjoying a bit of coffee. I waited for her to ask, I told her that I had strong connection with her and that I felt sure she was experiencing the same bond, which she confirmed. I politely asked her to bear with me as explaining my thoughts would take a few minutes, she nodded in agreement.

“I am a dominant, and I don’t do lovers; I use slaves. There in lies my solution to your situation, simply submit yourself as my slave.” She expressed concern and asked about her husband.

“I have a solution for that also, we will use his submissive nature against him. Playing with a pair of slaves is a Dominant’s dream.”

Her mouth dropped open, stuttering, she managed to say that she would need to think about it. Noticing the way she squirmed in the chair, I knew that eventually she would be mine. Six days later, she knocked on my door; I let her in, she stepped four steps into the foyer, stripped her clothing, dropped to her knees and began begging to be enslaved. I allowed her to worship my feet before accepting her submission, I had her crawl behind me as I lead her to the patio we had used a few days before. Kneeling her in front of my chair, I bound her wrists behind her back then blindfolded her.

After removing my panties, I set down in the chair, saying “you are my slave, I will accept nothing short of absolute obedience, now listen carefully to what I am about to say as you serve me”.

I pulled the slave’s face between my legs and she passionately worshipped me. After reaching a long overdue orgasm, I knelt her up now covered in my come. I explained, I would do nothing that would be visible to my slave until I had taken control of the other half of my couple; the slave seemed relieved. I then tasked her with carrying out my plan to capture my future male slave. After again using the slave’s tongue, I sent it along to begin executing that plan.

Note to readers – I thought it would be appropriate for the male to fill in his side of the story. The slave has been commanded to write his experience through the events.

We had just finished dinner, when my wife approached me about trying the D/S play once again, very strongly expressing that we would make it work this time; she wanted me to submit. After I agreed, she had us work together to create a single page contract, new for her, maybe this would be different. I signing the contract, I was stripped and a cage was placed on what was now Goddess’s cock; she used my tongue for a couple of orgasms, leaving her slave without and very aroused.

I spent the next few days performing domestic chores, mostly naked and sometimes bound; she worked at keeping her slave on edge but no sex. I was cleaning up after serving Goddess her morning coffee, when she commanded me to kneel before her, I was commanded to shower and dress in a t-shirt, shorts and sandals and to return to kneel in front of her and to be quick about.

Although questioning, I obeyed the command. Goddess sent me to sit in the car, I was left wondering what was going on. After driving through town, at the first stop light, Goddess began removing my clothing, directing that the t-shirt be removed. After arriving in a bit more sparse area, Goddess parked along the side of the road, handing me a gag and blindfold to put on then directed this slave to remove the shorts, I hesitated; Goddess firmly directed my compliance. I obeyed, being guided forward on the seat, my hands were locked behind my back.