SUBMISSIVE HOUSEWIFE 1A BY HOLLY


WAITING FOR MY HUSBAND?  Part 1a - Bill Makes Me Do It (mental,
humiliation, submissive) by holly


The following story in no way reflects any situation other than some
disturbing thoughts that run through my head.
Damn! It is only 2 o'clock.  Bill will not be home from work for
another 3 1/2 hours.  I have been waiting by the door for him since
noon.  You see Bill and I have a very unusal relationship.
He works hard all day at the local university.  He is no where near
the top of the ladder so he has to take orders all day.  When he gets
home he wants to be in charge and making all the decisions.  That is
where I come in.

First let me tell you about us.  We are NOT married!  Technically we
are not even dating.  He pays me to take care of his house and his
needs.  I am paid just enough to survive, Bill does not want me
becoming independent.  Bill is 38 years old and in great physical
shape.  I am 19 years old and also in exceptional shape.

The truth is, I keep a lousy house.  Bill wants me because I have
agreed to give myself to him sexually.  I have agreed not to argue and
never to say no.  Bill is very sexual and insists on some sort of
sexual play at least three times a day.  That is not to say we
have sex.  many times it is nothing more than a massage for him or
sometimes it consists of a blow job.

As a matter of fact, for the past two months, a day has not gone by
that Bill has not wanted his morning wake-up blow.  I am to awaken at
6:00 am (without an alarm).  The proceedure, while redundant, never
seems to dull for Bill.  Each morning my breakfast consists
of swallowing several loads of his cum.

Bill is in fine shape and his cock is slightly larger than average.
He will not tell me the exact size but I would guess it to be between
6-7 inches long.  I am unsure of the width, but it is neither a pipe
cleaner nor a cucumber.

While Bill is sexual, he seldom desires actual intercourse.  We may
actually go that far once a week.  He usually cums, but I, to this
date, have never experienced an orgasm.  Well that isn't entirely
true.  I have experienced them by myself.

Even my masturbation sessions are controlled by Bill.  When I was in
high school, I experimented with self pleasure and really enjoyed it.
The problem was it takes me a while to reach orgasm and coming from a
family of 8 I seldom had the privacy.
When Bill took me in, he decided that I could only masturbate when
given permission.  He always required that permission be given at
least 24 hours in advance.  I know you are asking, "How will he know?"
Believe me...he knows.  The school is only three blocks from our house
and he often makes surprise visits.  He also will telephone and if I
am winded then I will be punished.

Anyway...this morning Bill called and I was in the basement doing
laundry.  We do not have a phone downstairs because Bill uses that
area to "imprison" me when I have been bad.  he doesn't want a phone
there because I would be tempted to call someone.  All
though I am not sure who that would be.  I have no friends and no
contacts outside my home.  I ran as fast as I could up the stairs to
get the phone before it rang a third time.  (another rule)  When I
answered it of course I was out of breath having ran up a flight of
steep stairs.

Bill immediately accused me of self-gratification.  I tried to explain
what had happened but he would not let me finish.  He told me that I
was to get completely undressed and wait for him at the front door
when he arrived.  He also included several additional stipulations:

1.  I was to wait by the door and go nowhere else in the house until
    he came home.  I was to sit on the chair he specially made.  The
    one with a long slender dildo attached.  The dildo would
    have to be in my pussy.  He guaranteed that either he or someone
    else would be checking up on me.  Whomever knocked on the door, I
    was to allow them inside the house and was to answer the door
    within 10 seconds.

2.  I was to remain nude, even when answering the door.

3.  And finally, I was to read from the collection of erotic stories
    he collects and be prepared to answer any questions he may have
    when he arrived home.

So that was noon , and I have been sitting here reading the stories he
selected for me for two hours now.  So far no one has checked in on me
but I knew if I moved then they would be there.
Some of the stories Bill selects are especially exciting, but many are
very graphic.  They usually describe wild acts that I find very
repulsive.  I figure Bill does this so I will learn two things:  1)
that I could have it worse and 2) to desensitize me to obscene and
vulgar acts so I will put up less resisstance.

Today, I have read stories describing gang rapes some by very well
endowed black men who only cared of shooting their sperm into a white
girl.  Others contained acts of beastiality.  He knows that I am
really terrified of that aspect of sex.  We have several Siberian
Huskies and he always threatens me with them.

I know if he ever gets mad enough, I will have no choice but to go
along with his requests.  But I do not intend on making him that mad.
I hoped he wouldn't use that as punishment for me tonight.
The current story I am reading is one Bill wrote and posted on the
internet about me.  I was amazed at how liberal he was with the facts.
I did recall the trip he forced me to make to the mall.  But he
included things like having me give head to a salesman at Sears
and another where I was involved in a lesbian affair with a young girl
at Victoria's Secret.  While all of these items made the story much
more sexual, they didn't happen that way.

I am very wet as I continue to wait for my lover to come home.  It is
now three o'clock ( iknow because I hear the grandfather clock
chiming).  There is a knock at the door.  I bolt straight up
from my seat to answer it.
A man about 40 years old is standing there, grinning from ear to ear.
It was obvious Bill had sent him and explained to him what he would
find.

"Hello, my name is John Taylor.", he began, "Your husband said I
should check on you to make sure everything was alright."  As he spoke
he continuously stared at my naked body.  I was embarrassed, but John
looked even redder than I felt.  Was it possible that Bill had not
informed John that I would be nude when I answered the door?  He
always has told the people he sends so they will not be shocked.
From the expression erupting on John's face, as well as the large lump
growing inside his pants, I could tell he was caught off-guard.

"I'm sorry", John continued, "I was not expecting this!"  He explained
that Bill had told him that I was ill and needed to be checked on.
Bill also claimed that he tried to call me but I did not answer.  He
was very concerned for my safety but had to teach a class, since
John had a free hour, Bill hoped that John would check for him.

In the middle of John's explanation, the telephone rang.  I rushed to
answer the phone.  It was Bill.  He had a sly sound to his voice, "Has
John arrived?"  I knew that Bill knew he was there.

"Yes, sir", I replied, not wanting to give him any reason to punish me
further.
"Good.", Bill spoke slowly, "There is an envelope on the kitchen
table.  I want you to give it to John."  The line went dead.  Bill did
not wait for my response because I was told to do it and it was
expected that I would do as he said.

I returned to the living room where I found John sitting on the couch.
I said nothing, just handed him the envelope.  I could not read it,
but when John opened the envelope, a letter and two $100 bills fell
from it.

John took a few moments to examine the letter and the money before
turning to me and saying, "It seems Bill is sorry he can not make it
here personally."  A smile shot over his face as he went on, "But
according to his letter you are to pretend that I am Bill and do
to me whatever I say." The smile was now becoming more of an evil
grin.

This wasn't like Bill.  He usually always did these things himself.
Of course he sent people to stare at my naked body.  Sometimes even
forced me to have sex with him while the others watched. But he never
asked me to have sexual encounters with anyone else!

John was about 5-9 and probably weighed close to 200#.  He was
beginning to bald and to be quite blunt, was not the most manly
specimen I had seen.  But it was not for me to complain.  Bill told me
to do this and I must oblige...no matter what John asks for.
It was obvious that John had never had a girl to do anything he
desired.  He himhawed around trying to decide what he would do.  While
he was thinking i glanced down at the letter which he placed on the
end table.  I could only read the last part which read, "Do as
you please with her, but you must follow two important rules:

1.  If i find a single mark on her sexy body, I will gang-tie you and
    let 25 homosexuals have you for the evening.

2.  You had better be back in the office within an hour.

I figure since the school was not very far away he probably had 40-45
minutes left.  I was no becoming more conscious of my state of nudity.
John then sat down in the recliner and said, "I guess I should get to
know your body better.  Come over here and dance seductively for me."
As I walked to where he was seated, he corrected himself, "No, on
second thought, I want you to stand with your back to me and reach
down to touch the floor."

I think he was surprised as I did as ordered without as much as an
utterance.  I was feeling very awkward now as I felt the lips of my
tingling pussy open.  I knew he was getting a fantastic view
of my vaginal passage.

"Grab your ankles, girl!", he screamed.  More playful than angry.  As
I grasped my fingers around my ankles, John kicked at my calves.  This
caused me to stumble a bit and eventually I fell to my knees.  I was
completely humiliated at this but knew I could not do anything but to
stand and resume the position he had last asked for.

"I'm sorry, what I wanted was for you to spread your legs wider.",
John said,"Are you hurt?"

"No, sir.", I responded.  Then knowing he was new at this I decided to
push my limits on talking.  "I am fine."

With my legs spread to his liking and my cunt opened to him once
again, John began inserting his thick fingers into my wet pussy.
First it was only one, then a second and finally a third finger.
When all three were placed inside my tight cunt, I was beginning to
feel some discomfort.

John thrust these fingers in and out several times, stopping only when
they were completely coated with the sticky nectar of my honey.  He
raised his hand to his lips and savored every drop of my juices as if
it were a delicate wine.

"You taste so sweet, much sweeter than my dear wife.", John continued,
"I bet your mouth can work wonders on me as well."  Then John stood,
dropped his pants to the floor and sat back down.

I think he was a little amazed that I was still standing with my hands
grasping my ankles.  Some of the wetness easing its way onto my legs
as it rolled down my thigh.  In this position I could see John's cock.
It was rock hard and not bad looking.  It was of average length but
also had considerable girth.

"TURN AROUND AND SUCK MY COCK, BITCH!", he screamed.  I turned quickly
and fell to my knees at his feet.  With one hand I grabbed the base of
his cock and with the other I gently massaged his balls.  I began
licking his shaft slowly (Bill claims that is best), After wetting
every inch of his cock, I began kissing the tip.  I was about to part
my lips and take his sword into my mouth when he screamed again.

"I HAVEN'T ALL DAY!"  With that, i began taking more in until I had it
all.  Then as my head bobbed up and down on his prick, my tongue
continued to whip and slam his wide sword.  I continued this for some
time prepared for his ejaculation to begin at any time.  I was giving
him my all.  It wasn't one of my usual, sensually slow blowjobs, it
was more of a face-fucking.

While my other hand was still rubbing his testicles, I could feel the
sperm preparing for their descent.  I started going down faster and
harder....giving him everything I could muster...

"STOP!", he yelled, "I have other things to do also."  When he yelled
stop, that is what I did.  I did not slow to a stop, I abruptly quit
sucking his cock.  This too, startled him.  He was beginning to
understand what being in control was.  I have always gotten a kick out
of seeing how some men wander around their wives like wimps, beggging
for sexual favors and always having to do something for them in
return.  Then when they do get sex, it is only sex and
seldom any adventure.  (Pretty smart for a girl that doesn't get out)
But I do read those stories, and I remember my days before Bill.

John sat still for several minutes.  I imagine he was trying to regain
some composure.  Then he spoke, "My wife is a very lovely woman.  We
have been married for almost 20 years...in that time I have never been
with another woman.  But she is so puritan with her views toward sex.
You know this was the first blowjob I have received in 15 years?"
He continued detailing his sexual history to me, "I really want to try
anal sex, but she will never allow it...calls me a pervert...or a
homo...but I'm just curious."  He finally asked, "Can I fuck your
ass?"  He again showed he was new at this.  He wasn't to ask...he was
to tell.

I answered, "yes, sir...." again getting bold..."fuck my ass!"
"Don't you need lubricated?"

I walked to the hall way and returned with a tube of KY.  I began
rubbing the lubricant around my anus, gently inserting a finger to
make sure it was oiled well.  John begged to let him apply the
lube.  I knew he should not be expected to apply it.  Bill always told
me it was a dirty place and the only male part that should touch it
was a cock.  But I let him, he seemed so excited.

When he was satisfied that I was ready.  I raised my ass high in the
air, giving him easier access.  He rubbed his cock against my crack
several times.  As he was attempting to insert his tool, it
"accidentally" slipped into my cunt.  I gasped as his thick cock
stretched the walls of my cunt.

He quickly pulled it out, apologizing as a guy would if he had
"accidentally" missed her cunt and slipped into her ass. (Like anyone
can slip into an ass).

He realigned his member with my anal entry, and slowly began inserting
himself.  First the bulb like head and slowly he inched more in until
3/4 of his shaft was buried into my ass.  I felt great amounts of
discomfort, but it was not nearly as painful as it had been the first
few times Bill had taken me there.  I was relieved because I was very
scared of his width.
When John was content that I had accepted his mammoth cock, he began
slowly easing it in and out.  His pace became more rapid as the
urgency of his sexual desire worsened.  Before long he was thrusting
his pelvis against my ass and his cock, pistoning my brown hole.  I
was feeling an orgasm but that was not possible, I never orgasm.

Just before I thought I was to experience the first orgasm of my life,
John's cock erupted.  Spilling sperm into my ass, load after load.  I
could feel my rear filling quickly with his manseed until it was
overfilled and began dribbling from my rectum.

The sensations were fading as John removed his cock from my ass.  I
felt his cum oozing out with the final inch of his prick.  Again, I
would be without satisfaction.

John began to dress again.  Before he could put his shorts on I
crawled to him and begged to suck him clean.  He glanced at his watch
and said, "I have five minutes, make it quick."

I cleaned his cock, being sure to lick every inch one last time.  Then
he dressed and ordered me back on my chair, this time with the dildo
planted in my butt.  When he was confident I had obeyed these orders,
he left.  I am sure his wife is in for a rude awakening soon.

continued later.

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