This is my entry into the FINO Prenuptial Agreement series that Carl Bradford and I have been collaborating on. He kindly allowed me to use a few characters from his other stories. I also want to thank all those (Avvy, Zee, and Gort) for editing and feedback.
Hi! Nikki Sheldon again. In previous interviews published by my dear friend and biographer Carl Bradford, my friend Jeanie Fuller explained how the FINO (Free In Name Only) marital prenuptial agreement worked like a charm to transform her submissive husband Jim into her very own sexy (and often naked) slave-husband. Before we hop into this story depicting the origin of the FINO prenup, I need to provide some quick background information for context.
With the flood of young people, often bankrupted by college or credit card debt, slaves have become much more common in the “service” industries. Young people in particular don’t regard sex with a slave as any form of adultery or infidelity. Lots of businessmen and professionals like to close a business deal, or a round of golf for that matter, balls deep in a willing and able pleasure slut. Many businesses have slaves available in break rooms for “stress relief” services to increase employee productivity. By the time these men make it home to their spouses, they’ve all discharged their libidos AND their balls into one or more nubile young slaves.
For most women, however, the idea that their young, virile husbands are railing slaves instead of their wives is, to put it mildly, irritating. Nor are the women entirely innocent themselves—they tend to go to high-end spas that offer slave amenities such as a naked, kneeling young woman or men licking the patrons’ labia or an equally naked, slave masseur who gives the woman a “happy ending” after he gets her completely relaxed with a massage. My point is that young wealthy couples both enjoy the services of sex slaves and resent it when such slaves service their spouses, depriving the free people of some of that wedded bliss they so treasure.
Also important to our story is the entire phenomenon of FINO (Free In Name Only) slaves, a kind of personal services contract that the Texas legislature invented to regularize the number of legally free, primarily female, adults who choose to enter into a contract that requires them, for up to five years, to act AS A SLAVE pursuant to the terms of their contract. Some are slaves year-round getting only two weeks of vacation off during which they are free citizens once more. Others like me and some of my kinky friends, are FINO slaves serving our significant others, usually a spouse. We get a lot of giggles, not to mention orgasms, out of playing slaves to our spouses.
This episode introduces Jing Gao, one of the few women I know who is even kinkier and hornier than I am, which is saying a lot. Jing is a whip-smart Texas attorney who paid for law school by self-indenturing herself, then used that experience to develop the first ever FINO prenup with my good friend, lawyer Laura Simmons. This dynamic duo became famous when they published the New York Times bestseller, “CAPTURED, COLLARED AND TRAINED: Navigating marital fidelity in a legal slavery world and how to use a prenuptial agreement to make your man as your slave-husband in a female-led relationship (FLR)”. I think you’ll enjoy reading about Jing in (bedroom) action.
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Chapter One: The Capture.
"It is imperative that the woman use all of her natural assets and feminine wile to convince her fiancé to sign the prenuptial agreement and then promptly set the conditions to efficiently catch him in violation of said agreement. The capture phase is complete once the woman has irrefutable proof that her husband is in violation of the prenuptial agreement." - Laura Simmons
"The woman's biggest asset is SEX, SEX and more Sex! The man with an erection simply lacks clarity of thought. His judgement is impaired, clouded by his little head's demand for immediate sexual gratification, which the woman can then use to her advantage to manipulate him to sign the prenuptial agreement and then later catch him in the act." - Jing Gao
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Jing Gao POV
"Oh, fuck yes! Just like that," I cried out as Will's large cock pummeled my pussy from behind while the pleasure slut lying on her back between my legs used her tongue to do a number on my clitoris.
I was on the cusp of my orgasm when Will’s fingers dug deeper into my hips, getting a better grip on me as his thrusts became more urgent. I could tell he was holding back, waiting for my climax to ignite before letting go himself. My months of coaching him were paying off dividends now as my frenzy took off.
"Cumming, yes, ... oh Will," I squealed, announcing my climax as waves of pleasure coursed through my body.
Will blew his load into the depths of my womb with that slut’s upturned mouth latched onto my nubbin and her tongue all aflutter. I loved the feeling of him grinding into my pussy as his throbbing shaft deposits strand after strand of cum while my vaginal muscles massaged his cock pulling the cum right out of his balls. I had mastered the Singapore Kiss during my two years as a collared pleasure slut and maintained my four-star pompoir certification. Now, I made good use of my hard-earned skill on my lover’s penis whilst pulling the cum out of his balls.
“Oh, fuck Jing, I love it when you do that,” gasped Will, “It feels like you’re milking my cock with your vagina.”
Giggling like the slutty slave girl I once had been, I used my high-pitched Asian porn star voice, “Oh, it’s so big. Fill me up with your cum. Make my kitty all cummy.” I pushed back, enjoying the dueling sensations of rubbing my G spot on Will’s cock and the slave’s nimble tongue on my skittle as I squirted all over her face.
The badge burned into the ass of the SlutsRUs rental lying below me indicated she was a Middleton Place graduate, likely with a severe case of slave mind augmented by regular Horny Juice injections. I recalled fondly my two months there as I ground my pussy into her face. It had been an adventure for the sex-starved young woman that I was back then after self-enslaving to earn money to pay for law school. Putting my genius level IQ to work, I avoided succumbing to slave mind (unlike most of my fellow trainees) while I mastered the sexual skill set needed of a high-end pleasure slut. Today, Will was the beneficiary of all that I had learned.
Will pulled out, in the process inadvertently slapping the slut in the forehead with his deflating cock, leaving me with an empty ache in my overheated loins. He rolled over onto his back next to me looking up at me with a lopsided grin on his face waiting to see what was next. Now I needed a pussy cleaning so that I didn't leak all over the place and I intended to make a show of it as part of my plan. I so preferred a warm wet tongue over my VagiVac.
Sitting up I looked down between my legs at the slut's face, glazed with my cum, and I smiled sweetly, cooing to her like I was talking to a pet or a young child, "Sally, I have a special treat for you. Would you like it now? Would you? Would you?"
Her eyes lit up like a dog about to get her favorite doggy treat. Giggling happily at the thought of a prize, the mindless bimbo excitedly squealed in her West Texas twang, "Please, can I have my treat nay-ow? Can I?
What a pathetic weak-minded slut! She'd definitely found her calling in life, likely having stupidly signed on the dotted line as collateral for her daddy's failing farm up in the panhandle somewhere. At least she brought in some money for her family for doing what she had been giving away for free to Billy Bob in the back of a beat-up old Chevy pick-up truck after the local tractor-pull contest.
Scooting forward so that my dripping gash was over the simpleton's mouth I teased, "I have some yummy cream filling in my pussy pie for you. I hope you like cummy-custard. Stick your tongue up my twat and suck out your treat."
I thought I heard an "oh, yeah!" or maybe I was imagining things before quickly plopping down on Sally's face. In no time at all her tongue snaked its way up my messy hole. Oh, how I loved the feeling of a tongue exploring the depths of my vajayjay after a powerful fucking. It felt absolutely divine while I wiggled all over her face as I started fingering myself, soon launching myself into yet another frenzy. Sally, or Peggy, whatever her name was, was one well-trained pleasure slut. Her tongue was still going strong like the energizer bunny as my climax waned.
"Honey, I left the FINO prenup sitting on the bureau. I need you to sign it tonight so I can get it filed next week before the wedding," I told Will, who was lying on the bed intently watching me ride this slut's face.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” my obviously distracted fiancé replied, clearly disinterested in the prenup he had been avoiding with one lame excuse after another.
By the look on his face, poor Will was a tad jealous he wasn't getting to suck out my creamy filling like I make him do whenever we didn't have a rental pleasure slut around. My little show was having the desired effect on him though, as his cock started to harden.
I slid forward, positioning my rosebud over that overactive tongue. The well-trained slut knew exactly what was expected of her as her tongue snaked its way up my ass. I’m not a callous Mistress, having given myself a series of enemas to insure I was squeaky clean back there anticipating getting railed in the ass by my man during our play session.
"Honey, I need you to ram your monster dick up my ass. Fuck it hard. This slut's tongue is just teasing me. I need your rock-hard shaft thundering up my tight little butthole right now. Can you do that for me?" I keened seductively, giving him a cute pout before suggestively licking my lips all the while staring alluringly down at my man as I ran my hands all over my body kneading my breasts and pinching my nipples.
I had him now! His cock was rock hard as he stared hungrily up at me.
"But first, I need you to sign that little prenup like you promised," I added, giving him the look that this was not a topic for discussion while pulling on my nipples, teepeeing my titties and sending tingles of passion coursing straight to my engorged skittle.
Will scrambled to his feet, rushing over to the bureau with his prodigious erection bobbing cutely in front of him and picked up the pen, quickly signing the document without even reading it. He has such a cute peggable ass. I was looking forward to breaking him in, taking his anal virginity with my good-sized strap-on once he became my FINO husband. His butt was going to look so good with the Chinese symbol for my name burned onto it as I plowed his ass with my thick shaft.
“Ok, it's signed,” said Will, turning around and returning to the bed with an expectant look on his face.
“Did you initial the different provisions,” I added, knowing he had skipped them.
“Oh shit,” he replied, before hurrying back and looking at the document.
“There are four spots for you to initial, all with “sign here” arrows,” I advised, leading him to find the right spots for his initials.
“Got them all,” he announced, rushing back with his erection still standing tall.
“Lube up my ass and your cock. Do it like I taught you,” I instructed, giving my ass a seductive wiggle while riding the slut’s agile tongue. Damn, she was good.
“Don’t hold back, stud. I need it hard,” I purred, before leaning forward onto my hands.
The slave girl had a cute little kitty and I indulged myself, dining at the Y enjoying her juicy pussy as her tangy flavor heightened my own arousal. Did I mention I like eating a delicious pussy almost as much as getting eaten? This time around I was taking the hapless slut with me on my frenzy. It was a simple act of kindness on my part, rewarding her in the only way she truly understood while hopelessly lost in her slave haze.
The pleasure slut had moved her efforts back to my pussy when Will’s cool lube coated fingertips caressed my winking browneye, massaging my anus nicely and making it easy for me to relax as he eased one slippery finger, then a second, up my backdoor. I moaned happily between licks as Will eased yet a third finger up my needy ass, preparing my butthole for the onslaught that was soon to follow. Will had an oversized cock that needed plenty of lube worked into my tender rear end to avoid injury. The mere thought of what was to cum triggered my climax with my face buried in the pleasure slut’s sweet pussy. I took her with me when Will started corkscrewing my ass with three fingers, prolonging my frenzy.
When my orgasm waned, I lifted my ladycum-coated face and looked back at my fiancé, licking my lips seductively. I must have been quite the sight, my pussy juice-coated visage and all as I wantonly ground my own pussy into the slave’s face. The little slut moaned in disappointment from the lack of stimulation spurring me to snake two fingers up her twat searching for her G spot. The needy slave girl quickly reciprocated as I sensed she was close to another release.
The slave girl’s kitty was leaking like a sieve as I finger-fucked the horny slut's honey pot.
“Spread your legs, wide open,” I commanded, and she quickly complied, leaving me with the view of her soaked cleft of Venus split open around my fingers.
I rubbed her leaking fluids all over her vulva before raising my hand and administering a wet slap right on her pussy while carefully avoiding her nubbin. The slut’s legs slammed shut as she squealed into my pussy in surprise. I gently massaged her pussy, turning the pain into pleasure as the slut was soon wriggling below me moaning up into my drenched kitty.
Having been the recipient of this treatment while I was a slave girl, I knew exactly what I was doing to this pleasure slut. A woman’s clitoris is so much more than the nubbin hidden under the hood, it has a wishbone shaped erectile tissue that runs down through the vulva and around the vaginal opening. My slap ignited not only the nerve endings on the surface of the vulva but those in the clitoral tissue underneath causing them to sting delightfully. The subsequent caresses stimulated the entire vulva igniting a firestorm of erotic excitement.
“Open those legs and keep them open this time,” I ordered the horny slut pinned below me and she complied without hesitation and pussy slapped her again.
I repeated the process a few more times, avoiding direct contact with the slave girl’s engorged clitoris while teasing around it. After the third slap, the needy bitch was cutely humping my hand in response to my ministrations all while aggressively servicing my pussy with her mouth. She was wet before I started, but nothing like the soaked swamp I gazed down upon now.
“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” moaned Will, taking in the show all while methodically corkscrewing my ass with his fingers.
Turning back to look at Will I purred, “I’m glad you like it. It’s time … stud.”
Growling with lust, Will looked hungrily down at my butt while rubbing his rigid phallus along the crack of my ass, literally humping my butt, and getting me all excited. Glancing up at me, he must have seen the hunger in my eyes as I licked my lips, once more signaling my need because he quickly lined his slippery mushroom head up with my tender rosebud.
“Remember honey, jam that fucker balls deep into me and then pound me hard. I need to feel it. Really feel it!” I growled, overcome with arousal, giving him carte blanche to own my tight ass the way other men could only dream about.
Most women want a man to gradually ease his cock into their oh so sensitive anuses an inch or less at a time, allowing them to adjust to the intrusion to minimize the discomfort. Then the man is expected to slowly stroke in and out permitting them to relax to accommodate the anal intruder.
I’m not like most women! I’m an anomaly who finds the sudden rush from the fiery pain of a big hard cock being rammed up my well-lubed anus exhilarating, especially when complemented with a well-trained pleasure slut servicing me with her mouth and fingers as I dine on her tasty muffin. Much like a sommelier who creates a balance between the components of a dish and the features of a fine wine, I so enjoy pairing the complementary sensations of a red-hot poker being jammed up my ass with the tingles of pleasure from a warm wet tongue on my nubbin and fingers skillfully massaging my G spot. I guess I was a sexual sommelier of sorts, knowing I needed lift off before the pain subsided for my most intense orgasms.
Will’s fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he lined up his shaft for the dirty deed, rubbing his cockhead on the entrance to my backdoor. I hurriedly administered one more pussy slap before diving back into the slave girl’s cleft once again. I was lashing her nubbin with my tongue while finger-fucking her vagina, being sure to stimulate the slut’s G-spot because I was determined to make her cum quickly.
I always experience a moment of dread before anal sex, knowing it is going to hurt as the anticipation builds. Of course, it was the sexual high from that sudden painful invasion that I so craved that made anal sex so enjoyable for me. Tonight was no different as I relaxed, opening myself up to the insistent thick warm pole of muscle knocking at my backdoor that suddenly was forced balls deep into my tight tender ass.
I saw stars from the firestorm of pain exploding in my anus when Will slammed his large shaft home before pulling back and delivering another overwhelming thrust. The burning pain coupled with the pleasure from that slave girl’s tongue frantically lashing my clitoris melded into something greater, a cacophony of sensations, both sweet and spicy, quadrupling my pleasure.
It was like a chain reaction, first the little slut blew a gasket, squirting in my mouth as she thrashed under me while somehow keeping her mouth attached to my skittle. I was right behind her on the orgasm train, blasting into orbit as waves of pain and pleasure overwhelmed my senses. To this day I’m not sure if I experienced a series of penetrating orgasms or just one orgasm traveling through the different peaks and valleys of intensity. Either way, I enjoyed the ride of one of the best orgasms of my life until it was no more. It all came to an end when Will pushed his shaft in even deeper and held it there, grinding into my ass as I felt his big cock start to jerk within me as it filled me with his warm cum.
Afterwards, the three of us just lay there in a heap of panting sweaty interjoined bodies trying to catch our breath. Will, being on top, was the first to disengage, pulling his softening cock from my sore ass, and once more rolling off to the side.
“You’re the best ass fuck, and the finest piece of ass I’ve ever had,” contently sighed my husband-to-be, heaping praise of a sort on me that my mother would probably be appalled at.
Giggling in response, I replied, “Your big cock really “hit the spot” back there.”
Did it ever! With Will signing the prenup, my sexual arousal suddenly knew no limits. I was insatiable, needing more orgasms in a way that I hadn’t felt since being a pleasure slut high on Horny Juice. Maneuvering my leaking butthole over the slut’s mouth I ground it into her face.
With exaggerated sweetness, I announced, “Sally, I have some butt chowder for you. Get your tongue up my ass and clean it out.”
Horny Juice-addled pleasure sluts were so much fun to play with, adding a unique variety into the sex life which Will and I both so enjoyed. Having once been one myself, I knew how far I could push her without crossing a line so that she still enjoyed servicing me. Soon, Sally added some fingers to my pussy, slowly finger fucking me as I started working towards my next climax.
“Will, honey, do you have any questions about the prenup?” I asked, wanting to make sure he understood the agreement.
“Neither of us can have sex with a slave unless we are sharing like tonight or have a hall pass giving us permission,” he summarized, with little enthusiasm. “But do we really need it?” he asked optimistically, clearly hoping I’d change my mind and rip it up.
Tamping down this little act of rebellion quickly, I glared at Will, giving him the evil eye before replying, “You are going to have to man up to Eddie Rollins and tell him no more slave girls. I know he’s been your best friend since first grade and he’s working at corporate for HCI (Human Capital Incorporated), but I will NOT be disrespected again like that time I waited naked by the front door to surprise you wearing only a slave collar. I eagerly went down on you when you came home only to taste some slave’s pussy on your cock. I’m not having a husband who is too tired to satisfy my needs after spending the afternoon with Eddie fucking collared sluts. If I’m out of action for some reason, I MIGHT give you a hall pass, but ordinarily that dick belongs to me. Do we understand each other?”
Will pursed his lips like a petulant child, almost whining, “Yes, dear.”
“Now that wasn’t too enthusiastic,” I retorted. Wiggling seductively on the slut’s face I teased, “Is there a better ass fuck than me? Can Eddie’s slave girls suck cock or massage your shaft with their pussies better than me?”
Will’s eyes bulged out sensing the danger he earnestly replied, “You’re the best honey. No woman I’ve ever met can hold a candle to you.”
Damn right he was. Sally’s tongue was doing wonders for me and for some reason this conversation was turning me on immensely. I knew it was not if, but when Will violated our prenuptial agreement, so I reminded him of some of his other Eddie-related past transgressions involving pleasure sluts. I was so looking forward to putting a collar on Will, and I think he sensed the inevitability of it. I also thought that, looking back on it, the idea excited him as well.
“How about after I climax all over Sally’s face let’s take a bath with her, get cleaned up, have a snack and then we can DP this slut together once we get a second wind. I want to see how many times we can make her cum,” I purred, giving him one of my sexiest looks while arching my back, jutting out my titties and jiggling them a little to get his attention.
Now THAT piqued Will’s interest as he eagerly asked, “Which hole do I get?”
“Whichever one you want honey, so long as I’m on top. How about you give your fiancée some help,” I cooed, spurring him to action.
Will quickly moved behind me, wrapping me in his big strong arms pulling me into his body all while I rode Sally’s tireless tongue which seemed longer than most. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t… or maybe she was just more motivated than the average pleasure slut. Nibbling on my ear he cupped my breasts in his hands and lifted them up, pulling them into my body and then brushing his thumbs up and down across my sensitive nipples sending waves of tingling sensations that coursed down to my sex. I swear my vajayjay spasmed hungrily around Sally’s probing fingers.
“Oh, Will, that feels so good,” I moaned, happily leaning back into his warm embrace, enjoying his magic touch.
Playing with my nipples, Will kissed his way down to that sensitive spot where my neck intersects with my collarbone. He lingered there before whispering in my ear, “I love playing with your big nipples when you are aroused. It’s amazing how much they grow.”
I just giggled enticingly, sounding a lot like a pleasure slut in a slave haze. Two years on Horny Juice while I was a collared pleasure slut had not only grown my breasts a couple of cup sizes but now my nipples extended into little “nipple boners” when aroused. Not that I would ever call them that in public. It had something to do with the genetics, an Asians’ tits grew almost twice as much as everyone else’s. Even now, years later, I have to choose my bras very, very carefully.
Not willing to let a dead dog lie, Will tried again, “Eddie just told me I was crazy to agree to this prenup thing. He couldn’t believe I was doing it.”
“How many times has your best friend put you in situations where you fool around, only to beg for my forgiveness, promising never to do it again… only to do it again?” I challenged, trying to end this conversation.
“I know, I know. I told him it was the only way you would agree to marry me,” he sighed in surrender causing my pussy to throb even more. I do so love it when Will capitulates to me, as a man should in a proper female-led relationship.
“And I’m worth it, right?” I moaned huskily, driving the point home while Will continued kneading my breasts sending waves of delightful tingles down to my overheated loins.
“Oh, yes,” he moaned in agreement. I was the best ass fuck he’d ever had and, after all, unlike many slaves, I eagerly encouraged him to ream me that way on a regular basis.
I needed Will to understand the consequences of failure to abide by the terms of the agreement, so I asked, “What happens to you if you violate the prenup?”
“I become your part-time slave, I guess,” he replied, clearly not grasping the significance of what was in store for him if, and when, he violated it.
“Will, if you violate the prenup I am going to strip you naked, put you in a collar, tan your hide with a strap, lock your cock in a cage, and then lead you into a slave market for in-processing. There you will have a Slave Identification Number (SIN) tattooed onto your lower lip, and complete a medical screening. You will take the male version of “pink shots”, and then you get slave graded,” I explained. Trying to stay focused while talking about it was spiking my arousal to new heights.
Ignoring my words Will captured both of my rather large gumdrops between his thumbs and fingers, squeezing down hard on them just how I like it, sending jolts of sexual energy straight to my clitty, coaxing my nipples into becoming even harder and more erect, as if that was even possible. Waves of passion consumed me as I imagined Will as my slave boy toy.
Somehow, I stayed focused as this talk inched me closer to the precipice of my pending climax moaning, “You need to take this seriously, honey. Dip your wick in a slave, and I’m going to brand my name into your ass as a reminder that you belong to me.”
Will reached down between my legs with his right hand and ran his fingertips up and down the sides of my soaking wet, soft, pink slit, right around Sally’s fingers that were actively mining my core. Having Will as my slave boy was my number one fantasy, and it was about to come true even if he didn’t realize it yet.
Will whispered seductively into my ear between kisses, “You’re soaking wet. All this talk about the prenup is turning you on. What else are you going to do to me when I am your slave?”
“I’m going to peg you. Fuck you with my nice, big vibrating strap-on until you can’t help yourself cumming from the stimulation. I’m going to join you, climaxing while grinding my vibrating pink pole as far up your ass as I can get it,” I panted, visualizing myself dominating my man with my strap-on cock until we both came together.
Will had no idea how much I wanted that. It may have sounded like a dirty-talking fantasy to him, but in my mind… it was a prophecy.
“Mmmm, what else?” he groaned in my ear as he collected my juices with his fingertips rubbing playfully along the sides of my engorged nubbin as my body spasmed in anticipation. I could tell by his tone of voice and the urgency of his fondling that he was sub-consciously aroused by the possibility of being my slave boy. I had long known about my tall, strong, handsome boyfriend’s natural submissiveness towards strong women, or I would never have been attracted to him like I was. It is the strange dichotomy of the dominant woman – I want a powerful, impressive man, one who can hold his own against other men. And yet, at the same time, I want him to obey… me.
“I’m going to pierce your cock with a thick Prince Albert,” I panted, almost succumbing to his teasing fingertips.
Will collected more of my dew on his fingertips and smeared it onto my lips followed by a passionate kiss heightened by the tang of my own flavor all while his busy hands explored my body. It was on fire from my tingling lips to my throbbing clitty.
Breaking the kiss, I added in a husky voice, “You’re going to the Cougar Club for training.” A long guttural moan escaped my lips as his hand snaked its way back down my body to my hypersensitive pussy, what with these mind games and that slut eating my ass and fingering my hole, I somehow managed to gasp, “I’m going to watch them burn the paw logo-brand into your ass when you graduate.”
“You have it all planned out, don’t you?” he sighed, sounding almost as if he was resigned to his fate.
“Will, honey, have you ever wondered what it would be like if I used my pink vibrating strap-on on you?” I panted, on the cusp of yet another climax, once more imagining myself holding him by the hips as I eased my “cock” into his ass to make him mine forever.
Will’s hesitation told me all I needed to know when he rang my Devil’s doorbell with his fingertips launching me into a frenzy while he held me in the strong arms of the man that I loved.
(Continued below.)
Captured, Collared & Trained. Man signs a FINO slavery prenup.
Captured, Collared & Trained. Man signs a FINO slavery prenup.
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Re: Captured, Collared & Trained. Man signs a FINO slavery prenup.
It was Saturday morning at the law firm where I worked with a smattering of lawyers working on projects as was the norm here. I strode down the hallway in three-inch heels with a spring in my step towards Laura Simmons’s office. I was still a little sore in all the right places from my sexual Olympics the previous night with my fiancé. Not only did we have great sex, but he had finally signed the prenup after weeks of procrastinating, making me a very happy woman. Not only had I found the right man, with the right attitude, but he had finally signed the first legally binding, FINO enslavement prenup that ever existed. I know, because I wrote it myself.
Laura had a brilliant analytical mind and just happened to be the youngest partner in the firm. She had acted as my mentor when I arrived fresh out of law school when she was only a senior associate, telling me that we girls needed to stick together. We quickly became fast friends and had spent the last year developing this prenuptial agreement that turned one spouse into the other's slave for a period of five years when certain conditions were met. In my case, that meant the unauthorized use of a slave for sex by either signatory.
“He signed it!” I gleefully announced, triumphantly walking into Laura’s office holding two Café Americanos in my hands with the prenup safely tucked under my arm in a manila file folder.
Laura looked up from her computer screen, her eyes lighting up at the news. She hopped up, moving around her desk while exclaiming, "You have to tell me all about it," as she herded me to her sitting area consisting of two comfortable chairs set at a ninety-degree angle to each other in the corner of her office with an end table between them.
"Oh, I will," I replied, smugly grinning like the Cheshire Cat while I handed Laura her Americano.
Smirking conspiratorially, she nodded at the folder under my arm asking, "Is that it?"
Smiling broadly, I replied, "Yup, signed, sealed and delivered."
Holding out her hand, Laura directed, "Let me take a look at it."
We took our seats and Laura proceeded to silently review the document, a cute frown of intensity on her attractive face. I sipped my Americano savoring the flavor from the Jamaican Blue Mountain blend while Laura reviewed the document. The Blue Mountain strain was an expensive extravagance, but I was in a celebratory mood this morning.
Closing the file, Laura tapped her Smartwatch, “Danielle, I need you in my office,” before turning to me with a broad smile plastered on her face and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Everything is in order. I can’t believe he agreed to this. You must tell me how you got him to sign it.”
Danielle entered the room looking at Laura for instructions. She was formerly one Dan Martinson, Laura’s multi-millionaire alpha male suitor who had self-enslaved to her for a year to prove himself to her. Laura had “promoted him to the superior gender” as she described it, transforming him into a passable woman, but that’s a story for another day. Laura had allowed me to peg Danielle one time to experience what it was like to dominate a man in that way, and I loved the experience. I was hooked! I couldn’t wait to don my pink strap-on and give Will the thorough pegging we both needed.
Handing the folder to Danielle, Laura directed, “Run this down to the notary. I need three certified copies along with electronic copies of the original and a certified copy. Put everything in Ms. Gao’s personal file except one certified copy and bring that back here.”
When Danielle left, Laura quizzed me, “How did you get him to sign? He’s been holding out for weeks now.”
I just sat there with a big lascivious grin plastered on my face, waggled my eyebrows playfully and then sipped my coffee savoring the bold flavors before I described bringing home that SlutsRUs pleasure slut right up to the point where I was sitting on her face with her tongue lodged up my ass.
Leaning forward I gave Laura my best I need to be fucked NOW look while using my best needy Asian high pitched pleasure slut voice I cooed, “Honey, I need you to ram your monster cock up my ass. Fuck it hard. This slut's tongue is just teasing me. I need your rock-hard shaft thundering up my tight little butthole right now. Can you do that for me?”
Laura’s eyes bulged out in surprise right before she exploded in laughter squealing, “Oh no, you didn’t.
Grinning I explained, “By his reaction I had set the hook perfectly. He is a man, after all. Then I told him he needed to sign the prenup first.’"
Laura gasped, “Did it work?” while trying to control her laughter.
“Can a dog lick its balls? Of course it worked! What red-blooded American male would turn down that offer? I’ve never seen him move so fast, scrambling to his feet and rushing over to the bureau with his erection bobbing in front of him, signing it, and rushing back.”
“Did he even read it?” snickered Laura.
“Hell no, but he’s read it before. I had to send him back to initial the key components of the agreement,” I tittered between bouts of laughter.
“So, he was going back and forth between the bed and the bureau like a ping pong ball with his ding-dong bobbing in front of him the whole time,” chuckled Laura
“Yes, he was soooo cute,” I squealed, relishing the memory of the eager look on Will’s handsome face, his bobbing cock, and his ever so peggable tight little buns.
Laura pursed her lips with a concerned look on her face before changing the topic with a slightly accusatory tone, “I'm surprised how easily you use slaves like that rental from SlutsRUs last night for your sexual pleasure; having been one yourself for over two years. It appears that you are treating them with the same casual indifference that you complain about Will and his friends doing.”
Laura had a point, so I sipped my coffee giving me a moment to reflect before replying, “My college years, as you know, weren’t normal, attending Cal Poly when I was fifteen and graduating summa cum laude with a double major four years later. I was so protected as a child prodigy, that I hardly dated and had very little sexual experience. Senior year my aunty convinced me that I was a natural submissive and that the best way to explore my own sexuality was to be a personal assistant pleasure slut for some powerful businessman for two years. Her own daughter was in Broadstone after graduating from college at the time, and she had connections in Houston, locating a recruiter that specialized in finding suitable women for this particular type of enslavement.”
With curiosity etched on her face, Laura added, “My understanding is that these PA’s spend months training in the sexual arts but are limited in their use by the terms of the contract, in many ways like an extraordinary talent in that they are clothed in appropriate business attire at work. In short, besides serving their owner they can be a sweetener in a business deal but not work out of a brothel or company kennel.”
“If you think four-inch heels, sexy thigh-high stockings, short and/or tight skirts and often revealing blouses without panties qualify as office attire,” I giggled, although I still don’t wear panties under skirts anymore having developed a liking to the feel of the slave breeze as we PAs called it on my own bare pussy.
Laura licked her lips nervously before asking, “What was the training like? I’ve always been curious what it would be like to lose control of my body and be trained to become a pleasure slut. Would the sex be any good?”
I sighed as I felt my pussy throb and nipples hardening thinking back to those days, “Well, the first few days involved strategies to avoid coming down with slave mind since PAs were expected to function intellectually at a high level. Then I was off to Middleton Place just outside of Charleston for two months of horny juice enhanced sex training where they successfully induced slave mind in over ninety percent of the slave girls. Graduation was a slave grading at The Old Slave Mart in Charleston with the obligatory branding. In a weird way, I treated it like I was going on a grand adventure, and attacking it like an academic exercise in college, trying to excel at everything, quickly becoming one of the top performing slaves while at the same time evolving into a wanton sex-crazed pleasure slut willing to perform whatever demented sex act was required by my trainers. And, always hoping I would be rewarded with an orgasm, or two, or more all while staving off slave mind.”
“What about anal sex?” asked Laura, her face flushing a little as she seemed to wiggle about in her chair a little while contemplating some inner fantasies, making it clear I wasn’t the only one becoming aroused by this conversation.
“It only took a month for me to become a total anal slut and size queen relishing a good ass pounding. Even without the horny juice, I still love anal now. Not every night mind you, but frequently. I’m still addicted to that initial painful burn when a big hard cock is rammed up my butthole. I miss being DP’d by my Master and Mistress even now years later. That school conditioned me to become sexually aroused whenever I take a cock between my lips, and to climax every time a man cums in my mouth and I still do to this day. Will thinks it's one of the coolest things when he unloads in my mouth and I blow a gasket,” I tittered breathlessly.
I could feel myself blushing at that revelation as Laura seemed enraptured by my description. I had never talked about this part of my life before with Laura and she had always exercised discretion in not inquiring. But now, we had crossed a line and the flood gates had opened to the point where it was almost a relief for me to bare my soul about baring my body, so to speak. She was captivated by my vivid description of that part of my life.
Wide-eyed, Laura almost whispered trying not to break the spell, “What was horny juice like?”
“I was on the stuff for over two years; the entire time I was perpetually horny, constantly aroused, always looking for opportunities to get off having sex. Research has shown that one of the reasons it is so effective with slaves is because sexual arousal reduces anxiety and stress in women.” With a conspiratorial look I whispered, “I’m pretty sure we could score some of the new horny juice that you paint directly onto your pussy so you could experience it for real when you let Dani out of her dress.”
Laura blushed, not sure how to reply, finally stuttering, “Do you miss it, the horny juice?”
Excitedly I tittered, “Oh hell no! It was like suddenly, I’m not taking it anymore and I can think clearly again, but I am still perpetually horny and much, much more sexually active than before and willingly partaking in sex acts that I wouldn’t have ever considered as a free woman before. My breasts are two cup sizes bigger, and my now super sensitive nipples are three times bigger when erect which is like most of the time.”
With curiosity etched on her face Laura asked, “Did you find it addictive?”
“No, but the orgasms from the sex were addictive. Critics claim prolonged use changes the body chemistry, turning a slave’s brains into mush while leaving the women as sex crazed zombies. The makers of horny juice have studies that clearly demonstrate that it is not chemically, as opposed to psychologically, addictive. Some women may crave horny juice because they psychologically link, in their minds at least, the enhanced sensations, sex drive, cravings for performing lewd sex acts and lessoned inhibitions for public sex with taking it. For me, I just need lots of good sex because I learned to enjoy it, kind of like a runner’s high. I mean, who doesn’t like good sex?”
“So, what happened after you finished your training?’
“I never really finished my training since my owners had me in continuity training with Ananke Academy to maintain my proficiency and to master pompoir. I received the Ananke brand after a year there when I received a four-star pompoir rating. When I came back to Texas after graduating from Boalt Hall at Berkeley, I signed back up at Ananke for regular slave yoga fitness classes and a few other refresher classes. You should join me sometime and look at their curriculum as there are all sorts of useful things you could learn there. About half the women there are free, with most of the rest being FINO wives or girlfriends.”
Clearly intrigued by the idea, Laura paused, pursing her lips, thinking for a moment, “Maybe when this thing with Dani is over in a few months. What was your owner like?
“The CEO’s wife Olivia was my true owner; I reported to her, not him. She wore the pants in the family in a true FLR. It was my job to look after her husband at work when she wasn’t around. The sex was good with them often DPing me, her using a strap-on on me or me enhancing their pleasure when they fucked. She used her strap-on on me and pegged him more often than he ever had sex with me. In many ways, when I bring a slave girl into Will’s and my bed, I’m emulating Olivia. The power dynamics between the two of them were eye-opening and most importantly they respected each other and were deeply in love.”
“Wow, I didn’t see that one coming,” chuckled Laura.
“After three weeks, she put me in my place, kindly explaining that I was topping from the bottom which she would not tolerate. Then she tanned my hide with a strap followed by ten forceful lashes with a cane to demonstrate that not only could she discipline me, but she would do it too. I once asked her if she would let me peg her husband. She laughingly replied, ‘If you want to peg a man, get your own husband. This one’s taken.’ She was full of advice once telling me that, ‘It’s best to peg a man two to three times a week to keep them in their place.’ You accused me of treating the slave girls I use with Will with a casual indifference, right?”
Laura replied in a serious tone, “That’s what it looks like from where I’m sitting.”
“Oliva demanded loyalty above all else and rewarded it with kindness. That doesn’t mean she wasn’t exacting regarding the performance of our duties, especially in bed, but she checked in on all her household slaves regularly. She treated us like human beings feeding us good food, we slept in beds and had time off. When I bring a slave girl into my home for the night, she always eats what we eat, I talk to her like she is a person, not a thing, I insure she enjoys the sex although I will often push her limits, there is nothing that I ask her to do that I didn’t enjoy doing while wearing a collar. Most importantly, we cuddle with her afterwards to make sure she is doing well. You’d be amazed how many of these girls tearfully beg me to buy them after spending just a night or two with us.”
Laura sighed, visibly relieved, giving me a kind smile, “That’s good to hear. I think you are trying to create an FLR with Will that mirrors what you saw Olivia have with her husband and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
Waggling my eyebrows mischievously, I chuckled, “I am one kinky bitch. I’ve developed an eclectic mix of sexual desires that support using a female pleasure slut for a diverse number of these activities.”
“I’ve never asked you, did your family know?”
“Oh, no, my mom would have flipped out.”
“How did you conceal it from them then?”
“My aunty covered for me, and it was a FINO contract, so I had two weeks of vacation each year, when I spent a week at home in California each summer and either Thanksgiving or Christmas. I also had cool owners who let me use my work cell phone to stay in touch. My mom never had a clue, although she did accuse me of getting a boob job when the horny juice kicked in. I just told her I was a late bloomer,” I laughed.
Danielle came back into the room, interrupting our banter, looking at the two of us with a bemused look on her face, “Will there be anything else, Mistress?”
Getting control of myself, I changed the topic, “Laura, Will is doing one of his seven course sampler meals tonight where he pairs each course with a different wine or drink. Would the two of you care to join us? He really enjoys doing this for an intimate group. You could stay in the guest room instead of trying to drive home afterwards.”
Laura’s eyes lit up, “We’d love to. I can’t believe you are marrying a man that devoted two years studying to be a chef in Europe and Asia. He even takes the time to make you those delicious lunches for two that you so graciously share with me. Someone I know could take a few lessons from him.”
“I know, I’m so lucky, although sometimes it seems like I have to ask him for permission to cook in his kitchen.” Giggling naughtily, I mischievously waggled my eyebrows at Laura, “Please bring your strap-on. I do so want Will to hear Dani enjoying a good pegging tonight.”
Glancing wickedly at the blushing Danielle I tapped my smartwatch calling Will, “Honey, Laura and Danielle will be joining us tonight. Please make sure the guest room is ready for them as they will be spending the night.”
“Sounds good. I’ll have the first course plated at 6:00 pm. I’m not tracking any allergies that I need to worry about?”
Laura shook her head no, so I replied, “No allergies. I’ll be home around 5:00 pm honey.”
“Great, see you then. Tell them not to bring anything but their appetites. Love you, bye.”
When I ended the call Laura asked, “How are you monitoring compliance? You had talked about using your Smartwatches.”
Grinning, I replied, “It’s all set up. For Christmas last year I gave Will a Smartwatch that has the ECG app, a fitness app that he just loves, and I downloaded an orgasm app that notifies me whenever he climaxes along with a GPS device to track where he is. So, I’ll know right when it happens, but truth be told, I can read Will like a book, I can always tell when he’s screwed a slave girl behind my back and after a few hints or knowing looks, he gives it up apologizing profusely every time.”
“Remind me why you think this Eddie Rollins will lead Will astray in the next few weeks? I remember meeting him a few times and always feeling like he’s undressing every woman he encountered while appraising them for sale as pleasure sluts. It was a little unnerving,” grimaced Laura, having correctly described Eddie.
“He’s the unofficial leader of the four horsemen.”
“Four horsemen? I don’t recall you using that term before.” asked Laura, raising an eyebrow questioningly while taking a sip of her coffee.
“That’s the nickname Will’s mom gave the four of them in second grade after they destroyed her gardening shed in the backyard turning it into a fort. Eddie was always the chief troublemaker getting Will, Laird, and Brock in trouble. Those four have been fast friends ever since.
“Aren’t you afraid your plan will break up their friendship?” asked Laura, with a worried expression on her face. “Will would resent that.”
“No, making Will my FINO husband will only eliminate the slave girls from their socializing. I’ve had many a conversation with Betsy, Brock’s wife, and the one pushing the slave girls is always Eddie. Did I ever tell you the story about those two falling in love and getting married?”
“No, do tell.”
“It also demonstrates how tight these four are. At the time, Brock was a floor supervisor at the HCI slave market in town and Betsy was freshly enslaved, being processed when she came down with a case of slave drop during Brock’s shift bringing her to his attention. She lost the ability to see a positive path forward triggering a psychological break, literally shutting down, almost becoming comatose.”
Shocked at the revelation, Laura asked, “What happened to that poor woman?”
“Betsy had been a high school teacher who was arrested for driving under the influence of horny juice after some of her students spiked her drink. After the trial she received 180 days wearing a collar that triggered her student loan default adding an additional five years. At the time she was her four-year-old nephew Bryce’s legal guardian after his parents were killed in an automobile accident the previous year. With her enslaved he went into foster care with no other relatives to care for him. Management gets involved anytime a Prime graded slave comes down with slave drop, so Brock took the lead, falling in love with Betsy in the process.”
“Slave drop is serious. Some slaves never recover from it,” interjected Laura, with a concerned look on her face.
“Right. Brock couldn’t afford to purchase Betsy and called in the guys for help. Eddie was wonderful, finding the new foster child program where the slave’s owner can be paid a monthly stipend for becoming the foster parent of the slave’s child and negotiating a deal with HCI making Betsy more affordable. The guys all pitched in serious money, and Brock took Betsy and Bryce home to live. Betsy was still a mess, so Will, who was in Thailand at the time, ended his cooking tour a few months early and moved in to help Brock out until Betsy was fully recovered. With his work as a composer, he had the flexibility to do this. Eight months later, Brock and Betsy were married and now they have two beautiful children.
“Wow, that could be a plot for a Hillary Rodham romance novel,” gasped Laura.
“Yeah, I know,” I giggled, before continuing. “According to Betsy, Brock never touched another slave girl after they met except when hanging out with the guys. She gave him a hall pass so he wouldn’t feel guilty. Betsy knows about the prenup, supports it, and most importantly will be ready to help Brock accept my collaring of Will. She’s joked a few times about the possibility of getting a postnuptial agreement like my prenup. They’ll be at the dinner tonight,”
We concluded our personal conversation, turning back to work related issues, primarily the Jorgensen patent infringement case. I offered to write the first draft of a motion to compel that needed filing next week. On the way back to my office, I ran into Danielle right outside my door. I pulled her into my office for a quick conversation. I needed to confirm that she enjoyed being pegged; she sure seemed to that one time I reamed her ass good.
“Hey Dani, I have a personal question that I need an honest answer to. Ok?” I asked.
“Sure, go ahead,” replied Danielle with a curious look on her face.
Boy, this is awkward, I thought while I forged ahead, “Did you enjoy it when I pegged you?”
“What?” replied Danielle, with a surprised look on her suddenly flushed face.
“I need to know if you enjoyed the pegging,” I repeated, as Danielle started nervously blushing at the question. Clearly, I needed to clarify the why, to get my answer. “I want to peg Will and I really want him to enjoy it.”
With a look of sudden understanding on her face, Danielle answered, “Yes, I enjoyed being pegged by you. It was nothing special, just sex. Not like when I’m with Laura. Then it’s much more intimate and personal. You want to know how to make it better?”
“Do tell,” I prodded.
Danielle giggled, “I learned the importance of foreplay when on the receiving end of a pegging. He will enjoy it more if you take the time to rev his engine, so to speak. Get him relaxed and ready for the penetration. Get into his head to arouse him if you can. After you’re done take the time for cuddling. For me, the cuddling with Laura afterwards is the best part.”
Well, that was a revelation of sorts. In many ways, I needed to treat Will like I would want a man to treat me before and after anal sex, even if my tastes were a little different than most.
*****
After the rehearsal dinner, at Eddie Rollins’ suggestion, Will and most of the men went to Chamberlin’s Cigar Lounge for a nightcap while my girlfriends and I broke into smaller groups heading back to our rooms. Chamberlin’s was renowned in Dallas for its wide selection of quality cigars and liquor, its ambiance and most importantly, its stable of high-end pleasure sluts that provided oral stress relief in the lounge and private back rooms for more energetic activities for interested patrons. I was exhausted and threw my favorite bath bomb into the big tub and enjoyed a long soak with a nice glass of wine before crawling into bed.
While in the tub, my Smartwatch beeped, alerting me to the fact that Will had just had an orgasm, thus violating the prenup even before we were married. Unwittingly, Eddie Rollins had come through for me with flying colors, committing his best friend to a FINO enslavement for the next five years while also cementing in place the female-led relationship that I so desired.
After I crawled into bed, the Smartwatch alerted two more times that night, irritating me to no end. The boys were really going at it, at least Will was going out in style, I thought to myself. After the third alert, I couldn’t contain myself anymore as my arousal spiked after each alert. Running my hands all over my body until I found myself furiously rubbing my nubbin with one hand while pinching my super-sensitive nipples with the other all while imagining myself as Will’s Mistress. I fantasized about all the delicious things I would do with my new naked and collared slave-husband. “Oh fuck,” I squealed, while arching my back as my frenzy overwhelmed me with a wildfire of erotic fiery tingles coursing through my body as I thrashed in my bed. Damn, even squirting in my excitement.
Once I caught my breath, I moved out of my wet spot and rolled onto my side, looking forward to my wedding tomorrow, falling asleep while imagining myself bending William over for a good pegging as his squeals of pleasure filled my ears. I so love it when a plan comes together.
*****
The morning after our wedding, I woke up horny and cuddling next to my new husband (and future slave), while using his chest as my personal pillow. My pussy was dripping with need as I ran my hand down his body towards his groin where I found his morning wood. Mounting Will, I decided to wake him up with a morning love-making session which he seemed to appreciate as I rode him to a pair of delightful climaxes while he patiently waited his turn.
I looked down adoringly at my handsome new husband as I rode his thick cock ready and rearing for my next climax. For me, orgasms are like potato chips, you can never have only one, needing handfuls instead. Will played with my delicate nipples just how I like it with one hand while perfectly diddling my sensitive clitty with the other. With my hands on his chest, I thumbed his erect nipples alternating between aggressively pinching and twisting them while I bounced up and down enjoying the sensations of his big shaft stimulating the nerve endings in my vagina. His rigid phallus was hitting all my hot spots just right as I pushed myself towards yet another orgasm.
I grabbed Will by the wrists, pinning his arms to the mattress as I gazed down at my conquest while clamping down hard, holding his cock in a vise-like grip with my strong vaginal muscles. He looked up with lust-filled eyes, waiting patiently for my next move.
Leaning forward, I nibbled at the juncture of his neck, eliciting groans before licking him with my big wet tongue up his neck, along the side of his face up to his forehead. I hovered a few inches over his face, staring passionately into his eyes.
“Fuck my brains out and cum with me, my husband,” I purred right before I latched onto his lips with my own as our tongues wrestled with each other as I relaxed my vaginal muscles.
Will energetically drove up into my pussy again and again like a man possessed. Breaking the kiss, I sat up to better withstand the ferocity of the fucking he was giving me. It felt like I was a cowgirl trying to tame a mighty bucking bronco as he arched his back with each thrust as I happily rode my man to one hell of a climax singing out, “Cumming, cumming, oh, … yes,” letting Will know it was now ok for him to join me. Boy did he ever, arching his back off the ground, holding it that way while grinding his hefty cock into my lady bits filling my womb with his seed. The whole time my pussy spasmed happily around his magnificent shaft.
After our climaxes waned, I ran my fingers through his hair while smiling sweetly down at him, cooing to him like I was talking to a pet, a young child, or a slave, “I have a treat for you. A fresh slice of cum custard pie.”
Scooting up, I sat on his face, my messy splooge filled pussy right on his mouth and Will got down to business snaking his tongue into my cummy filled quagmire. Gripping me by the hips, Will held me in place and devoured my pussy resembling a famished man enjoying his first meal in days. In no time at all, I felt his hands working their way up to my sensitive nipples rolling them between his fingers while latching onto my pearl for a good tongue lashing and we had lift-off. I erupted into a nice frenzy, once more coating his face with my lady cum.
“That’s a good slave boy,” I teased, coming down from my frenzy, grinding my messy cunt all over his face as part of my grand finale as he suddenly tensed below me.
(To be continued)
Laura had a brilliant analytical mind and just happened to be the youngest partner in the firm. She had acted as my mentor when I arrived fresh out of law school when she was only a senior associate, telling me that we girls needed to stick together. We quickly became fast friends and had spent the last year developing this prenuptial agreement that turned one spouse into the other's slave for a period of five years when certain conditions were met. In my case, that meant the unauthorized use of a slave for sex by either signatory.
“He signed it!” I gleefully announced, triumphantly walking into Laura’s office holding two Café Americanos in my hands with the prenup safely tucked under my arm in a manila file folder.
Laura looked up from her computer screen, her eyes lighting up at the news. She hopped up, moving around her desk while exclaiming, "You have to tell me all about it," as she herded me to her sitting area consisting of two comfortable chairs set at a ninety-degree angle to each other in the corner of her office with an end table between them.
"Oh, I will," I replied, smugly grinning like the Cheshire Cat while I handed Laura her Americano.
Smirking conspiratorially, she nodded at the folder under my arm asking, "Is that it?"
Smiling broadly, I replied, "Yup, signed, sealed and delivered."
Holding out her hand, Laura directed, "Let me take a look at it."
We took our seats and Laura proceeded to silently review the document, a cute frown of intensity on her attractive face. I sipped my Americano savoring the flavor from the Jamaican Blue Mountain blend while Laura reviewed the document. The Blue Mountain strain was an expensive extravagance, but I was in a celebratory mood this morning.
Closing the file, Laura tapped her Smartwatch, “Danielle, I need you in my office,” before turning to me with a broad smile plastered on her face and a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Everything is in order. I can’t believe he agreed to this. You must tell me how you got him to sign it.”
Danielle entered the room looking at Laura for instructions. She was formerly one Dan Martinson, Laura’s multi-millionaire alpha male suitor who had self-enslaved to her for a year to prove himself to her. Laura had “promoted him to the superior gender” as she described it, transforming him into a passable woman, but that’s a story for another day. Laura had allowed me to peg Danielle one time to experience what it was like to dominate a man in that way, and I loved the experience. I was hooked! I couldn’t wait to don my pink strap-on and give Will the thorough pegging we both needed.
Handing the folder to Danielle, Laura directed, “Run this down to the notary. I need three certified copies along with electronic copies of the original and a certified copy. Put everything in Ms. Gao’s personal file except one certified copy and bring that back here.”
When Danielle left, Laura quizzed me, “How did you get him to sign? He’s been holding out for weeks now.”
I just sat there with a big lascivious grin plastered on my face, waggled my eyebrows playfully and then sipped my coffee savoring the bold flavors before I described bringing home that SlutsRUs pleasure slut right up to the point where I was sitting on her face with her tongue lodged up my ass.
Leaning forward I gave Laura my best I need to be fucked NOW look while using my best needy Asian high pitched pleasure slut voice I cooed, “Honey, I need you to ram your monster cock up my ass. Fuck it hard. This slut's tongue is just teasing me. I need your rock-hard shaft thundering up my tight little butthole right now. Can you do that for me?”
Laura’s eyes bulged out in surprise right before she exploded in laughter squealing, “Oh no, you didn’t.
Grinning I explained, “By his reaction I had set the hook perfectly. He is a man, after all. Then I told him he needed to sign the prenup first.’"
Laura gasped, “Did it work?” while trying to control her laughter.
“Can a dog lick its balls? Of course it worked! What red-blooded American male would turn down that offer? I’ve never seen him move so fast, scrambling to his feet and rushing over to the bureau with his erection bobbing in front of him, signing it, and rushing back.”
“Did he even read it?” snickered Laura.
“Hell no, but he’s read it before. I had to send him back to initial the key components of the agreement,” I tittered between bouts of laughter.
“So, he was going back and forth between the bed and the bureau like a ping pong ball with his ding-dong bobbing in front of him the whole time,” chuckled Laura
“Yes, he was soooo cute,” I squealed, relishing the memory of the eager look on Will’s handsome face, his bobbing cock, and his ever so peggable tight little buns.
Laura pursed her lips with a concerned look on her face before changing the topic with a slightly accusatory tone, “I'm surprised how easily you use slaves like that rental from SlutsRUs last night for your sexual pleasure; having been one yourself for over two years. It appears that you are treating them with the same casual indifference that you complain about Will and his friends doing.”
Laura had a point, so I sipped my coffee giving me a moment to reflect before replying, “My college years, as you know, weren’t normal, attending Cal Poly when I was fifteen and graduating summa cum laude with a double major four years later. I was so protected as a child prodigy, that I hardly dated and had very little sexual experience. Senior year my aunty convinced me that I was a natural submissive and that the best way to explore my own sexuality was to be a personal assistant pleasure slut for some powerful businessman for two years. Her own daughter was in Broadstone after graduating from college at the time, and she had connections in Houston, locating a recruiter that specialized in finding suitable women for this particular type of enslavement.”
With curiosity etched on her face, Laura added, “My understanding is that these PA’s spend months training in the sexual arts but are limited in their use by the terms of the contract, in many ways like an extraordinary talent in that they are clothed in appropriate business attire at work. In short, besides serving their owner they can be a sweetener in a business deal but not work out of a brothel or company kennel.”
“If you think four-inch heels, sexy thigh-high stockings, short and/or tight skirts and often revealing blouses without panties qualify as office attire,” I giggled, although I still don’t wear panties under skirts anymore having developed a liking to the feel of the slave breeze as we PAs called it on my own bare pussy.
Laura licked her lips nervously before asking, “What was the training like? I’ve always been curious what it would be like to lose control of my body and be trained to become a pleasure slut. Would the sex be any good?”
I sighed as I felt my pussy throb and nipples hardening thinking back to those days, “Well, the first few days involved strategies to avoid coming down with slave mind since PAs were expected to function intellectually at a high level. Then I was off to Middleton Place just outside of Charleston for two months of horny juice enhanced sex training where they successfully induced slave mind in over ninety percent of the slave girls. Graduation was a slave grading at The Old Slave Mart in Charleston with the obligatory branding. In a weird way, I treated it like I was going on a grand adventure, and attacking it like an academic exercise in college, trying to excel at everything, quickly becoming one of the top performing slaves while at the same time evolving into a wanton sex-crazed pleasure slut willing to perform whatever demented sex act was required by my trainers. And, always hoping I would be rewarded with an orgasm, or two, or more all while staving off slave mind.”
“What about anal sex?” asked Laura, her face flushing a little as she seemed to wiggle about in her chair a little while contemplating some inner fantasies, making it clear I wasn’t the only one becoming aroused by this conversation.
“It only took a month for me to become a total anal slut and size queen relishing a good ass pounding. Even without the horny juice, I still love anal now. Not every night mind you, but frequently. I’m still addicted to that initial painful burn when a big hard cock is rammed up my butthole. I miss being DP’d by my Master and Mistress even now years later. That school conditioned me to become sexually aroused whenever I take a cock between my lips, and to climax every time a man cums in my mouth and I still do to this day. Will thinks it's one of the coolest things when he unloads in my mouth and I blow a gasket,” I tittered breathlessly.
I could feel myself blushing at that revelation as Laura seemed enraptured by my description. I had never talked about this part of my life before with Laura and she had always exercised discretion in not inquiring. But now, we had crossed a line and the flood gates had opened to the point where it was almost a relief for me to bare my soul about baring my body, so to speak. She was captivated by my vivid description of that part of my life.
Wide-eyed, Laura almost whispered trying not to break the spell, “What was horny juice like?”
“I was on the stuff for over two years; the entire time I was perpetually horny, constantly aroused, always looking for opportunities to get off having sex. Research has shown that one of the reasons it is so effective with slaves is because sexual arousal reduces anxiety and stress in women.” With a conspiratorial look I whispered, “I’m pretty sure we could score some of the new horny juice that you paint directly onto your pussy so you could experience it for real when you let Dani out of her dress.”
Laura blushed, not sure how to reply, finally stuttering, “Do you miss it, the horny juice?”
Excitedly I tittered, “Oh hell no! It was like suddenly, I’m not taking it anymore and I can think clearly again, but I am still perpetually horny and much, much more sexually active than before and willingly partaking in sex acts that I wouldn’t have ever considered as a free woman before. My breasts are two cup sizes bigger, and my now super sensitive nipples are three times bigger when erect which is like most of the time.”
With curiosity etched on her face Laura asked, “Did you find it addictive?”
“No, but the orgasms from the sex were addictive. Critics claim prolonged use changes the body chemistry, turning a slave’s brains into mush while leaving the women as sex crazed zombies. The makers of horny juice have studies that clearly demonstrate that it is not chemically, as opposed to psychologically, addictive. Some women may crave horny juice because they psychologically link, in their minds at least, the enhanced sensations, sex drive, cravings for performing lewd sex acts and lessoned inhibitions for public sex with taking it. For me, I just need lots of good sex because I learned to enjoy it, kind of like a runner’s high. I mean, who doesn’t like good sex?”
“So, what happened after you finished your training?’
“I never really finished my training since my owners had me in continuity training with Ananke Academy to maintain my proficiency and to master pompoir. I received the Ananke brand after a year there when I received a four-star pompoir rating. When I came back to Texas after graduating from Boalt Hall at Berkeley, I signed back up at Ananke for regular slave yoga fitness classes and a few other refresher classes. You should join me sometime and look at their curriculum as there are all sorts of useful things you could learn there. About half the women there are free, with most of the rest being FINO wives or girlfriends.”
Clearly intrigued by the idea, Laura paused, pursing her lips, thinking for a moment, “Maybe when this thing with Dani is over in a few months. What was your owner like?
“The CEO’s wife Olivia was my true owner; I reported to her, not him. She wore the pants in the family in a true FLR. It was my job to look after her husband at work when she wasn’t around. The sex was good with them often DPing me, her using a strap-on on me or me enhancing their pleasure when they fucked. She used her strap-on on me and pegged him more often than he ever had sex with me. In many ways, when I bring a slave girl into Will’s and my bed, I’m emulating Olivia. The power dynamics between the two of them were eye-opening and most importantly they respected each other and were deeply in love.”
“Wow, I didn’t see that one coming,” chuckled Laura.
“After three weeks, she put me in my place, kindly explaining that I was topping from the bottom which she would not tolerate. Then she tanned my hide with a strap followed by ten forceful lashes with a cane to demonstrate that not only could she discipline me, but she would do it too. I once asked her if she would let me peg her husband. She laughingly replied, ‘If you want to peg a man, get your own husband. This one’s taken.’ She was full of advice once telling me that, ‘It’s best to peg a man two to three times a week to keep them in their place.’ You accused me of treating the slave girls I use with Will with a casual indifference, right?”
Laura replied in a serious tone, “That’s what it looks like from where I’m sitting.”
“Oliva demanded loyalty above all else and rewarded it with kindness. That doesn’t mean she wasn’t exacting regarding the performance of our duties, especially in bed, but she checked in on all her household slaves regularly. She treated us like human beings feeding us good food, we slept in beds and had time off. When I bring a slave girl into my home for the night, she always eats what we eat, I talk to her like she is a person, not a thing, I insure she enjoys the sex although I will often push her limits, there is nothing that I ask her to do that I didn’t enjoy doing while wearing a collar. Most importantly, we cuddle with her afterwards to make sure she is doing well. You’d be amazed how many of these girls tearfully beg me to buy them after spending just a night or two with us.”
Laura sighed, visibly relieved, giving me a kind smile, “That’s good to hear. I think you are trying to create an FLR with Will that mirrors what you saw Olivia have with her husband and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
Waggling my eyebrows mischievously, I chuckled, “I am one kinky bitch. I’ve developed an eclectic mix of sexual desires that support using a female pleasure slut for a diverse number of these activities.”
“I’ve never asked you, did your family know?”
“Oh, no, my mom would have flipped out.”
“How did you conceal it from them then?”
“My aunty covered for me, and it was a FINO contract, so I had two weeks of vacation each year, when I spent a week at home in California each summer and either Thanksgiving or Christmas. I also had cool owners who let me use my work cell phone to stay in touch. My mom never had a clue, although she did accuse me of getting a boob job when the horny juice kicked in. I just told her I was a late bloomer,” I laughed.
Danielle came back into the room, interrupting our banter, looking at the two of us with a bemused look on her face, “Will there be anything else, Mistress?”
Getting control of myself, I changed the topic, “Laura, Will is doing one of his seven course sampler meals tonight where he pairs each course with a different wine or drink. Would the two of you care to join us? He really enjoys doing this for an intimate group. You could stay in the guest room instead of trying to drive home afterwards.”
Laura’s eyes lit up, “We’d love to. I can’t believe you are marrying a man that devoted two years studying to be a chef in Europe and Asia. He even takes the time to make you those delicious lunches for two that you so graciously share with me. Someone I know could take a few lessons from him.”
“I know, I’m so lucky, although sometimes it seems like I have to ask him for permission to cook in his kitchen.” Giggling naughtily, I mischievously waggled my eyebrows at Laura, “Please bring your strap-on. I do so want Will to hear Dani enjoying a good pegging tonight.”
Glancing wickedly at the blushing Danielle I tapped my smartwatch calling Will, “Honey, Laura and Danielle will be joining us tonight. Please make sure the guest room is ready for them as they will be spending the night.”
“Sounds good. I’ll have the first course plated at 6:00 pm. I’m not tracking any allergies that I need to worry about?”
Laura shook her head no, so I replied, “No allergies. I’ll be home around 5:00 pm honey.”
“Great, see you then. Tell them not to bring anything but their appetites. Love you, bye.”
When I ended the call Laura asked, “How are you monitoring compliance? You had talked about using your Smartwatches.”
Grinning, I replied, “It’s all set up. For Christmas last year I gave Will a Smartwatch that has the ECG app, a fitness app that he just loves, and I downloaded an orgasm app that notifies me whenever he climaxes along with a GPS device to track where he is. So, I’ll know right when it happens, but truth be told, I can read Will like a book, I can always tell when he’s screwed a slave girl behind my back and after a few hints or knowing looks, he gives it up apologizing profusely every time.”
“Remind me why you think this Eddie Rollins will lead Will astray in the next few weeks? I remember meeting him a few times and always feeling like he’s undressing every woman he encountered while appraising them for sale as pleasure sluts. It was a little unnerving,” grimaced Laura, having correctly described Eddie.
“He’s the unofficial leader of the four horsemen.”
“Four horsemen? I don’t recall you using that term before.” asked Laura, raising an eyebrow questioningly while taking a sip of her coffee.
“That’s the nickname Will’s mom gave the four of them in second grade after they destroyed her gardening shed in the backyard turning it into a fort. Eddie was always the chief troublemaker getting Will, Laird, and Brock in trouble. Those four have been fast friends ever since.
“Aren’t you afraid your plan will break up their friendship?” asked Laura, with a worried expression on her face. “Will would resent that.”
“No, making Will my FINO husband will only eliminate the slave girls from their socializing. I’ve had many a conversation with Betsy, Brock’s wife, and the one pushing the slave girls is always Eddie. Did I ever tell you the story about those two falling in love and getting married?”
“No, do tell.”
“It also demonstrates how tight these four are. At the time, Brock was a floor supervisor at the HCI slave market in town and Betsy was freshly enslaved, being processed when she came down with a case of slave drop during Brock’s shift bringing her to his attention. She lost the ability to see a positive path forward triggering a psychological break, literally shutting down, almost becoming comatose.”
Shocked at the revelation, Laura asked, “What happened to that poor woman?”
“Betsy had been a high school teacher who was arrested for driving under the influence of horny juice after some of her students spiked her drink. After the trial she received 180 days wearing a collar that triggered her student loan default adding an additional five years. At the time she was her four-year-old nephew Bryce’s legal guardian after his parents were killed in an automobile accident the previous year. With her enslaved he went into foster care with no other relatives to care for him. Management gets involved anytime a Prime graded slave comes down with slave drop, so Brock took the lead, falling in love with Betsy in the process.”
“Slave drop is serious. Some slaves never recover from it,” interjected Laura, with a concerned look on her face.
“Right. Brock couldn’t afford to purchase Betsy and called in the guys for help. Eddie was wonderful, finding the new foster child program where the slave’s owner can be paid a monthly stipend for becoming the foster parent of the slave’s child and negotiating a deal with HCI making Betsy more affordable. The guys all pitched in serious money, and Brock took Betsy and Bryce home to live. Betsy was still a mess, so Will, who was in Thailand at the time, ended his cooking tour a few months early and moved in to help Brock out until Betsy was fully recovered. With his work as a composer, he had the flexibility to do this. Eight months later, Brock and Betsy were married and now they have two beautiful children.
“Wow, that could be a plot for a Hillary Rodham romance novel,” gasped Laura.
“Yeah, I know,” I giggled, before continuing. “According to Betsy, Brock never touched another slave girl after they met except when hanging out with the guys. She gave him a hall pass so he wouldn’t feel guilty. Betsy knows about the prenup, supports it, and most importantly will be ready to help Brock accept my collaring of Will. She’s joked a few times about the possibility of getting a postnuptial agreement like my prenup. They’ll be at the dinner tonight,”
We concluded our personal conversation, turning back to work related issues, primarily the Jorgensen patent infringement case. I offered to write the first draft of a motion to compel that needed filing next week. On the way back to my office, I ran into Danielle right outside my door. I pulled her into my office for a quick conversation. I needed to confirm that she enjoyed being pegged; she sure seemed to that one time I reamed her ass good.
“Hey Dani, I have a personal question that I need an honest answer to. Ok?” I asked.
“Sure, go ahead,” replied Danielle with a curious look on her face.
Boy, this is awkward, I thought while I forged ahead, “Did you enjoy it when I pegged you?”
“What?” replied Danielle, with a surprised look on her suddenly flushed face.
“I need to know if you enjoyed the pegging,” I repeated, as Danielle started nervously blushing at the question. Clearly, I needed to clarify the why, to get my answer. “I want to peg Will and I really want him to enjoy it.”
With a look of sudden understanding on her face, Danielle answered, “Yes, I enjoyed being pegged by you. It was nothing special, just sex. Not like when I’m with Laura. Then it’s much more intimate and personal. You want to know how to make it better?”
“Do tell,” I prodded.
Danielle giggled, “I learned the importance of foreplay when on the receiving end of a pegging. He will enjoy it more if you take the time to rev his engine, so to speak. Get him relaxed and ready for the penetration. Get into his head to arouse him if you can. After you’re done take the time for cuddling. For me, the cuddling with Laura afterwards is the best part.”
Well, that was a revelation of sorts. In many ways, I needed to treat Will like I would want a man to treat me before and after anal sex, even if my tastes were a little different than most.
*****
After the rehearsal dinner, at Eddie Rollins’ suggestion, Will and most of the men went to Chamberlin’s Cigar Lounge for a nightcap while my girlfriends and I broke into smaller groups heading back to our rooms. Chamberlin’s was renowned in Dallas for its wide selection of quality cigars and liquor, its ambiance and most importantly, its stable of high-end pleasure sluts that provided oral stress relief in the lounge and private back rooms for more energetic activities for interested patrons. I was exhausted and threw my favorite bath bomb into the big tub and enjoyed a long soak with a nice glass of wine before crawling into bed.
While in the tub, my Smartwatch beeped, alerting me to the fact that Will had just had an orgasm, thus violating the prenup even before we were married. Unwittingly, Eddie Rollins had come through for me with flying colors, committing his best friend to a FINO enslavement for the next five years while also cementing in place the female-led relationship that I so desired.
After I crawled into bed, the Smartwatch alerted two more times that night, irritating me to no end. The boys were really going at it, at least Will was going out in style, I thought to myself. After the third alert, I couldn’t contain myself anymore as my arousal spiked after each alert. Running my hands all over my body until I found myself furiously rubbing my nubbin with one hand while pinching my super-sensitive nipples with the other all while imagining myself as Will’s Mistress. I fantasized about all the delicious things I would do with my new naked and collared slave-husband. “Oh fuck,” I squealed, while arching my back as my frenzy overwhelmed me with a wildfire of erotic fiery tingles coursing through my body as I thrashed in my bed. Damn, even squirting in my excitement.
Once I caught my breath, I moved out of my wet spot and rolled onto my side, looking forward to my wedding tomorrow, falling asleep while imagining myself bending William over for a good pegging as his squeals of pleasure filled my ears. I so love it when a plan comes together.
*****
The morning after our wedding, I woke up horny and cuddling next to my new husband (and future slave), while using his chest as my personal pillow. My pussy was dripping with need as I ran my hand down his body towards his groin where I found his morning wood. Mounting Will, I decided to wake him up with a morning love-making session which he seemed to appreciate as I rode him to a pair of delightful climaxes while he patiently waited his turn.
I looked down adoringly at my handsome new husband as I rode his thick cock ready and rearing for my next climax. For me, orgasms are like potato chips, you can never have only one, needing handfuls instead. Will played with my delicate nipples just how I like it with one hand while perfectly diddling my sensitive clitty with the other. With my hands on his chest, I thumbed his erect nipples alternating between aggressively pinching and twisting them while I bounced up and down enjoying the sensations of his big shaft stimulating the nerve endings in my vagina. His rigid phallus was hitting all my hot spots just right as I pushed myself towards yet another orgasm.
I grabbed Will by the wrists, pinning his arms to the mattress as I gazed down at my conquest while clamping down hard, holding his cock in a vise-like grip with my strong vaginal muscles. He looked up with lust-filled eyes, waiting patiently for my next move.
Leaning forward, I nibbled at the juncture of his neck, eliciting groans before licking him with my big wet tongue up his neck, along the side of his face up to his forehead. I hovered a few inches over his face, staring passionately into his eyes.
“Fuck my brains out and cum with me, my husband,” I purred right before I latched onto his lips with my own as our tongues wrestled with each other as I relaxed my vaginal muscles.
Will energetically drove up into my pussy again and again like a man possessed. Breaking the kiss, I sat up to better withstand the ferocity of the fucking he was giving me. It felt like I was a cowgirl trying to tame a mighty bucking bronco as he arched his back with each thrust as I happily rode my man to one hell of a climax singing out, “Cumming, cumming, oh, … yes,” letting Will know it was now ok for him to join me. Boy did he ever, arching his back off the ground, holding it that way while grinding his hefty cock into my lady bits filling my womb with his seed. The whole time my pussy spasmed happily around his magnificent shaft.
After our climaxes waned, I ran my fingers through his hair while smiling sweetly down at him, cooing to him like I was talking to a pet, a young child, or a slave, “I have a treat for you. A fresh slice of cum custard pie.”
Scooting up, I sat on his face, my messy splooge filled pussy right on his mouth and Will got down to business snaking his tongue into my cummy filled quagmire. Gripping me by the hips, Will held me in place and devoured my pussy resembling a famished man enjoying his first meal in days. In no time at all, I felt his hands working their way up to my sensitive nipples rolling them between his fingers while latching onto my pearl for a good tongue lashing and we had lift-off. I erupted into a nice frenzy, once more coating his face with my lady cum.
“That’s a good slave boy,” I teased, coming down from my frenzy, grinding my messy cunt all over his face as part of my grand finale as he suddenly tensed below me.
(To be continued)
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Re: Captured, Collared & Trained. Man signs a FINO slavery prenup.
Thank you so much for this wonderful new story. I so love your explanations. Like the effects of horny juice and orgasm being like eating potato chips. Would the pink shots you spoke of be with him in salve yoga positions like the female ones?
Warmest regards,
Belinda
Warmest regards,
Belinda
Re: Captured, Collared & Trained. Man signs a FINO slavery prenup.
Belinda,
Great question on the poses for the "wood shots", the male equivalent of the traditional female "pink shots" since the men will need to demonstrate slave heat in the photos. I think the poses and description for male pleasure sluts (assuming Will gets that designation) would need to mirror the women while demonstrating the male's slave heat during slave yoga.
This is my first male slave story so it is proving interesting to write. I mean, is Jing the big spoon in bed even though Will is a foot taller and double her weight?
Best,
Smith
Great question on the poses for the "wood shots", the male equivalent of the traditional female "pink shots" since the men will need to demonstrate slave heat in the photos. I think the poses and description for male pleasure sluts (assuming Will gets that designation) would need to mirror the women while demonstrating the male's slave heat during slave yoga.
This is my first male slave story so it is proving interesting to write. I mean, is Jing the big spoon in bed even though Will is a foot taller and double her weight?
Best,
Smith
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