CHAPTER 4 – My Friend Sherri
Driving home from the grocery store, i am thankful that at least this time i don’t have to race home to shower anyone’s come off my body. i pull into my friend Sherri’s driveway – her husband is playing golf today, and her children are with their grandparents.
Master texts me just as i park the car.
“How is my slave doing?”
Immediately, a sexual surge soars through my body upon receiving a text from him.
“Oh Master, i’m so honored that you would take time to check on me. i am on track to comply with your order, Master. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to serve you today.”
“How many beads have you had withdrawn so far? And how many people have touched my property today?”
“Three beads have been withdrawn, and 12 men have touched your property so far, Master. I hope that is acceptable.”
“What a little slut. Who spanked you? Your ass was perfectly red in the photo you sent me.”
“Thank you, Master.10 strange men spanked me.”
“So you have already completed the requirement that one encounter include public exposure, I see. Good slut. Have you been bound yet?”
“No, Sir, not yet. But i will not let you down.”
“That’s what I expect, down to every last detail I ordered. Otherwise, there will be serious consequences, and I will not see you tonight.”
“Oh Master, i will die if i cannot see you tonight. i promise, you will not be disappointed.”
“Good bye, slave. This is the last text until I contact you again later today.”
Master always controls our communications, of course. When he chooses to end a conversation, it ends.
And i never reach out unless he has instructed me to. Sometimes weeks go by and i do not hear from him. But even then, i happily carry on as his slave, not touching myself or having sexual thoughts, only responding to my husband’s advances but not initiated sex for my own pleasure, eating right and exercising daily to keep Master’s property fit and healthy for him, stretching regularly to make myself flexible for Master, etc. i feel just as owned by Master when he has no need for me and is out of touch as i do when he feels like contacting me and demanding my services.
And my pussy is now throbbing and dripping wet with desire for Master. He owns me as a sexual being, and any arousal i feel is for and because of him. Just hearing from him makes my pussy wet.
i step out of the car and head towards Sherri’s house.
Sherri and i are dear friends, especially being the only two stay-at-home moms in the neighborhood, and we’ve done a lot for each other over the years. Today i’m calling in a favor.
She does not know about Master. No one does. So when we talked yesterday, i gave her the same spiel i gave the others about having an anal fetish and that, as weird as it may seem, i would love her to pull one out for me.
She and i did have a sexual encounter one evening about a year ago, afterr several glasses of wine. She is a bit bi-curious, and when i told her that i had dated a couple of women way back when, she became rather curious about me. It was a fun experience, so getting together with her this way today will not be entirely new territory.
When we talked last night, she was excited at the idea of being intimate again. i told her i would not have very much time, but that i look forward to seeing her like this.
While i’m relieved that she won’t put additional pressure on me like the men earlier today did, on the other hand, women are complicated, so i will need to be delicate with her – i can’t make her feel like i’m using her. And i can’t be too rushed either, despite the fact that i have a carful of groceries and need to get home before too long.
i let myself in the side door, like i always do, and call out, “Sherri, i’m here!”
“Come on up, dear. I’m really excited to see you,” she calls from upstairs.
i make my way up to her room, and find her wearing a very sexy nighty. She looks amazing. She is taller than i, at about 5 feet 6 inches, brunette, and sexy, with curves in all the right places. And importantly, she has amazing tits.
“I hope you like what you see,” she says in a sweet, bashful way.
i recognize that this woman is beautiful at this moment, but the arousal i feel is entirely and only for Master.
He owns my sexual energy.
“Sherri, you look gorgeous,” i say, as i approach her, and begin kissing her.
What a surreal feeling to be the aggressor. i am doing it only to get what I need, to please Master.
She wraps her arms around me and we kiss passwordately. We both begin tearing off our clothes and within moments are on her bed, hands and mouths all over each other.
The anal bead string is hanging out of my ass at this point since three have come out, so I’m careful to make sure one does not pop out accidentally on its own. Nothing may interfere with completing the task Master has assigned to me today exactly as he has ordered. She must physically pull the fourth bead out of my ass. It may not pop out on its own.
My only mission today is to please Master. I must keep my eye on the price of gaining his approval. It is all that matters.
She does not expect much. So after some grouping, kissing, and fondling, i get on my hands and knees and ask her to pull out the bead carefully, emphasizing just one bead.
She successfully pulls it out.
“Only one more to go!” i think to myself.
After we got dressed again, suddenly she says, “I have something surprising to ask you. My husband would very much like to have a threesome one day, and he’s always had his eye on you as the third. Is there any way you would do that for me one day? I can’t imagine doing it with anyone else than you. Of course we would not tell your husband.”
This is certainly a surprise. For starters, any sexual experience i have must be approved or ordered by Master. i would not just do it on my own one day without his permission. Nor would i ever ask to do such a thing – Master is the only sexual contact i need or desire.
However…i do need one more bead pulled out today. And this would beat driving to the local college basketball court to see if i can find a willing college kid!
“Yes, i will do this for you, Sherri. But i have one requirement. It has to be today, and your husband has to pull the fifth bead out of my ass. What do you think?”
“It’s a deal! He will be thrilled.”
“Okay, i will be back this evening. i will tell my husband that i’m going out for drinks with you.”
Now it’s time to head home, unload groceries, and spend a few hours with the family – before having Sherri’s husband pull out the fifth bead and then finally seeing dear Master!
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