I am my husband’s submissive slut wife and he is my Sir. This is a true story about a particular day from our life.
It was a Saturday and I was out doing the weekly routine errands, mainly the grocery shopping, when my phone let out the familiar “whistle” sound alerting me that my Sir had texted me. He had told me long ago he couldn’t actually whistle but if he could, that he would whistle at me with that sexy one that men do when a hot woman walked down the street. So I fixed that problem where I made his text sound be just that. He loves it.
Anyway, the text read, “I’ve put out your attire so when you get back home, you need to pay attention and response accordingly”. I gave the expected response of, “Yes Sir”. Then I added an update about my progress and when I was expecting to be home, which was about an hour away still. He gave me a thumbs up emoji in return.
I didn’t know what he had in mind but it didn’t much matter since what he wants, he gets. As I stoppedto think about the fact he was planning something fun, I felt my pussy juices start to flow. That’s not really anything unusual though as I’m his submissive slut wife who is trained to be ready whenever he is.
I found myself walking that much faster so as to get home to my Sir that much quicker too. I walked in the house 45-minutes later having completed all my tasks for the day. As I walked in, I saw that just to the left of the door and hanging from the hooks where we put our keys and wallet/purse was my high neck posture collar. As well, I saw my wrist and thigh cuffs hanging there too. That was all there was. I knew this means that my Sir wanted me to be fully nude while adorned with just these leather accouterments.
Knowing I was about to have my holes used to my Sir’s pleasure made my pussy drip wven more so, but I also knew I had to first get all the groceries put away. I went into overdrive, moving as quickly as possible. The entire time I never did see my husband so I just assumed he was in our bedroom waiting for me.
As soon as all the groceries were all properly put away, I went to the laundry room and stripped clean of all clothing and set about getting properly dressed for my Sir. I put the thigh cuffs on first, then each of the wrist cuffs, and finished off with the posture collar. The posture collar had to go on last as its one of those that forces my head to be held high and straight forward, so I knew I wouldn’t be able to look down well enough to put all the cuffs in place otherwise.
I snapped the collar lock in place, as I knew that would be expected. While the wrist cuffs also have locks, where I knew Sir intended to lock each of my wrists to each of my thighs, we both knew I couldn’t get either of those in place by myself so I just let them hang from the thigh cuffs unlocked. Knowing I was as ready as I could be, I set out to the bedroom with excitement and anticipation of what was to come next.
As I reached our bedroom, the door was closed which is unusual since our two kids are both away in college now and it was just the two of us in the house these days. Of course, that led me to wonder if I was to simply enter or if a knock was needed first, but I opted to just enter. I mean, I do live here too!
What I saw was surprising to say the least and my shock must’ve registered on my face pretty immediately too. My Sir was lying on the bed, on his back, naked, with a strange woman riding his cock in the cowgirl position. He was gripping her tights to physically, while simultaneously verbally encourage her to grind her hips on his member as much as possible. And grinding she was indeed doing too!
Because of the way our bed is positioned, she didn’t see me at first as her back was to me but my Sir definitely did. He saw my Shocked and disappointed face, where I wasn’t sure what all this means now too. I found myself immediately getting shy and backing away while feeling a lot of jealousy bubble up too. While this wasn’t the first time we’ve had a threesome, it was the first time for me to just walk in on him in the middle of it too so I wasn’t even sure if this was to be a threesome and whether I was really invited or not.
As I was shyly backing away with confusion and hurt in my eyes, Sir stopped me by saying, “Slut. Get out of your head and come to me now!” He knows me so well he had read my mind.
Also as he spoke the woman stopped her hip gyrations and twisted her torso to see me too, but of course she made no effort to dismount my Sir’s cock. While she looked at me still, he spoke to her saying, “I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?”
She started grinding her hips once more, almost in slow motion this time though, while continuing to stare straight at me. She said, “Slut. Hmm. I think that’s a bad girl word. You should be a good girl like me and do as Daddy tells you to.”
I didn’t lose eye contact with her as I approached the bed. I was so unsureof this situation that I was so entirely in my own head right then. As I approached the bed Sir said, “Slut. I said stop. Stop overthinking. Your job is the same as always. Just do as you are told and have fun!”
That was when I turned to look at him and said, “Yes Sir.”
He pulled my arm so that I was standing right beside his head, to which he then grabbed up my wrist to pull my face down to him. He started to kiss my lips softly, giving me the tender reassurances he knew I needed.
When our kiss ended I looked downward to see she that she was then dismounting my Sir’s cock while moving to lay beside him on his other side.
That was when Sir spoke up and said, “Alright. Before this gets out of hand between you too, there will be no cat fighting today Ladies.”
That’s when I saw her hand reach out to Sir’s cock where I knew she was intending to start stroking him. When I looked at her eyes, she was staring right at me and smiling. So despite Sir’s directives to get out of my head and stop fighting with this strange woman, I also reached my hand out to Sir’s member where my hand pushed hers aside. I gained a grip on his cock first and began to stroke him with intention, never the while breaking any eye contact with her.
Sir called me out on my behavior this time even more so, as apparently now I’d gone too far. His words came out firm and sharp, “Slut! I already told you twice and I WON’T say it again! You need to stop. Right NOW!”
He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from his cock. While still holding onto me though, he sat upright, turned and throw his legs over the side of the bed to face me positioning his back to this girl.
Then his tone was immediately soft, where he looked me in the eye while still tightly gripping my wrist he said, “My sweet wife, you should know you have nothing to fear. I love how fiercely you fight for me… for us really.”
He continued talking, “I put you in your collar and cuffsfor a reason. You need to trust I know what’s best for us. So now start acting like the trained submissive slut wife that I’ve trained you to be. The same one whom I love and adore.”
He knows just exactly how to make me melt! That’s all it took for all my tension to dissipate, where I obviously softened as he spoke right to my heart. And my pussy started to warm up once again too. He smiled up at me and said, “Now THAT is my Good Girl”.
This whole time he still had a firm tight grip on my wrist. At this point, he started to lower my right arm down to my side. I knew what was coming next. He grabbed up the lock that was still dangling from the O ring on my thigh cuff, strung it through my wrist cuff, and clicked the lock into place. My right arm was now firmly attached to my right leg and going nowhere.
I let down my guard choosing to no longer fight this now and volunteerly turned to present my left arm to be attached to my left leg. It was but another few seconds wherewe all heard the click of that lock securing my left arm down and also away from use.
That’s when I heard this girl clap her hands, give a little bounce on the bed, and say, “Oh goodie. Now do I get to play Daddy??”
He let out a bit of a laugh while twisting over his shoulder. He then said, “Baby Girl, come meet my submissive slut wife now.”
She shimmied over to the side of the bed where she sat right beside him then. While looking me up and down thoroughly, she clearly began speaking to my Sir and said, “She’s as beautiful as you said she was Daddy. I’m so excited now!”
Her hand reached out to my left breast, where she took hold of my nipple and began to play with it. Her eyes moved to hold my gaze, but while clearly intending to still speak to Sir where she said, “Can I have fun with her now Daddy? She feels so soft I want to play with my new toy.”
I couldn’t do anything to stop her hand from touching me since mine were both secured to my legs. Not to mEntion with now me hearing talk of being someone’s toy, I feel my pussy get wet. My dumb cunt betrays me every time!
My Sir said, “in another minute my sweet little girl. Be patient.”
With that her body slumped into an obvious pouty little girl position. While never loosening her grip on my nipple though, she did say in the poutiest little voice, “Pleaseeeee Daddy.”
Ignoring her begging, he tapped her hand down and away from my breast. Then he turned to me and said, “Slut, meet Baby Girl,” and then he turned to her and said, “Baby girl, meet your new Baby Doll.”
So I see how this is going to go now. I am my Sir’s slut and this little girl’s Baby doll. A human, life size, doll. Make no mistake, despite the fact she’s acting like a little girl, she’s not. I’d say she’s acting like a 6-8 year old, but her actual age is probably near 30, if I were to guess. I’m not too sure what I think about this really, but since I’ve never been anyone’s human doll (but I love sex and everything to do with it!), I suspect this could be fun!
He turned back to me and said, “I want you to be the best possible version of your submissive wife self tonight. This Little Girl is Daddy’s little one. I’m your Sir and her Daddy tonight. My little baby girl is more than a little spoiled though, there’s no doubt there! What she wants, she tends to get. Since she wanted to have a doll to play house with tonight, I thought you could be her real life Doll. As you can survey, Dolls don’t move without being moved. They also don’t talk. At. All. Ever.”
He continued talking, “I promised you to her tonight so you will allow her to play with you anyway she pleases. She’s already said she wants to play house to be her doll’s Mommy too.”
He ended with, “And make no mistake, if for some reason I have to deal with any more inappropriate behavior from either of you, especially if it results from her not getting what she wants, I’m holding you accountable. Do I make myself clear on all this?”
I said just two words, “Yes Sir”.
So now I know my ultimate directive is to be as lifeless as perfectly possible, allow her to do anything she wants to me, while just enjoying this fun. At first that sounded terrifying really since what Sir is really saying is that I’m not allowed to physical or verbally engage. In fact, I’m to actively give up control of my body and voice, to ultimately be ok with it.
After I started to accept these thoughts, I realized that this is what submission is truly about though too. To allow my Sir to be in control over me and my body. This is what I signed up for ages ago, so why is this any different now? It’s not. I decided to relax into the situation recognizing I get to just “do nothing” while enjoying the night. And just like that, my pussy juice dripped all down my legs. Sometimes I hate my pussy.
“Now let’s get you on the bed and laid down.” Since my arms were pinned to my thighs, Sir helped me onto thebed where I laid flat on my back.
Baby Girl was clearly thrilled that I was so fully restrained and told to cater to her every need. She looked at Sir and asked, “NOW can I play Daddy? Pleaseeeeeee!?!”
With a sly smile on his face and a laugh in his voice Sir said, “ok, ok, Baby Girl you have been a patient one, haven’t you? You can can now play with your new toy.”
She squealed with excitement then and I heard, “oh goodie!” Before she turned her attention fully to me, she looked at Sir and leaned into him and kissed his lips deep. As she pulled her tongue from his mouth, she let out another squeal and said, “Thank you Daddy. You are the best Daddy ever!”
Then Sir stood up while she began to work her way up the bed and trailing her hand up my leg as she went. As she got closer to my pussy, I already knew I was dripping wet and waited for her response when she discovered it for herself. Sure enough, a minute later she squealed yet again and I heard her say, “Ohhhhh Daddy. Her little pee-pee hole has water coming out of it.”
Sir started laughing and said, “Yes Baby Girl. Her hole does that a lot. You can touch it and it will give you even more if you want it to.”
She started asking questions of Sir all about how her new Baby Doll worked. She wanted to know all about my pussy, or as she was calling it, my pee pee hole. She I wanted to know if it was like the water fountain at her school that she could drink from. Daddy said, “Yes Baby Girl, you can drink up her juices all you want. She will fill you up if you turn her on.”
“Where’s the on switch to make her water come out, Daddy?”
Sir laughed again. He was clearly enjoying Baby Girl’s humor. He said, “Baby Girl, you Just have to put your mouth up to the hole and the water will start to flow right in. Be sure to use your tongue to take all her waters into your mouth too.”
Since I was on my back and Sir had been standing during this time, he turned to look at me and said, “Slut, spread your legs wide”. Of course, I did. I was so turned on there was no way I wouldn’t have.
That’s when Baby Girl had a first hand view of all my juices and she said, “her water is running all out of her hole Daddy. I don’t think I can drink it all up by myself. Do you wanna drink some up too?”
My Sir said, “No Baby Girl I’m not thirsty, but you can drink up as much as you can. Your Daddy is just going to be here to watch over you two as you play.”
“Daddy, are you my babysitter?”
Sir smiled and said, “I suppose that might be true. You just have fun with your doll and let me watch you play Baby girl”. That’s when he moved over to the chairs we keep on the side of the room and lowered himself down. I knew then his plan was to masterbate while watching her play with me. He’s always been a bit of a voyeur and I am most definitely an exhibitionist, so while I was some surprised he wasn’t going to truly make this an active threesome I wasn’t entirely surprised either.
“Ok Daddy. I’m a thirsty girl so I’m going to see if she can fill me up now”. And with that, she went down between my legs and her tongue touched my clip. She was so sweet and warm licking me ever so softly.
After just a minute, I started to flex my lower back causing my pussy to move in happiness while my throat let out some involuntary sounds of pleasure too. I heard her say, “Daddy, she’s moving all around. That’s making it hard for my tongue to get the water. I don’t like it when she moves. Can you make her stop?”
He responded with, “No, Baby Girl, I can’t make her stop moving but you can.”
“What do you mean Daddy?”
“Well, you are her Mommy, right?”
“Yes”
“So Mommy’s have to stop their kids from being bad and make them be good, right?”
“Yes”
“Okay then, Baby Girl, make your doll be a good dolly. You are her Mommy afterall. Teach her a lesson if you must.”
“Ok Daddy. I can be a good Mommy and make my baby girl be good too.”
Sir then said, “Slut, sounds like you may need to be a better doll or else you may end up being punished.”
I started to speak, but I immediately realized I needed to hold my tongue unless I was wanting to end eminent discipline for sure. What I realized then was that I’d not be able to let my mind relax into subspace to just enjoy this attention but rather I’d
be on full alert to maintain the pretense of being an inanimate doll by containing all physical and vocal movements. I wasn’t doing any of the physical work tonight but I am doing a whole lot of mental work!
Baby Girl put her face back into my pussy and her warm tongue collided with my clip once more, but as before it was tenative, slow, and soft strokes too. My eyes tried rolling back in my head where my mind wander off. I recognized my mind was attempting to lose the ever-present moment once again though so I jerked myself back to mental alertness. This is going to be way harder than I’d thought. I suspect Sir set this up on purpose this way too. I tried to turn my head to see him but the posture collar simply didn’t allow me that much movement.
Unfortunately for me, my body’s jerkiness and attempted head movements didn’t go unnotted. Baby Girl started to throw a crying temperature tantrum. “Daddyyyyyyy my dolly isn’t being good….. I don’t want to play with her anymore….”. I couldn’t tell if the alligator tears were for real or not, but I suspected not.
Daddy stood up from his chair, went into our closet, came back and then started talking to Baby Girl. He started to speak where his voice was clearly agitated. He then said, “here sweetheart. Use this on your doll. Since she’s being a bad girl now, you should teach her a lesson about how to be a good baby doll.”
“Daddy, I don’t know how to use this. You’ve spanked me before, but I didn’t see how you did it.”
He said, “well, let me show you then.”
Of course, I couldn’t see any of thisSince laying on my back with the neck posture collar had my face staring straight up at the ceiling. I suspected though that Sir had gotten his favorite belt and was about to use it on me. And just like that, this suddenly went from hard to very-nearly impossible as I realized I’m about to be spanked while still being expected to be the inanimate, no movement, doll I’m supposed to be!
Sir said, “Baby girl, as you know, we never spank our kids anywhere but on the butt. You don’t want to hurt her body in bad ways by hitting anywhere else. So now help me turn your dolly over to her stomach.”
With that I feel their hands on my sides and I was being rolled over. Thankfully Sir thought to position the pillows to prop my head and nose up a bit off the bed so I could breathe easily.
Sir continued to speak then saying, “Now this where you have to talk to your daughter to tell her why she’s about to get a punishment. You have to make sure she knows what she did wrong and why you are unhappy now. Why don’t you give it a try?”
She then spoke up. I heard her ssy, “Baby doll, you were a bad girl. I was trying to play with you and you didn’t let me. I liked how my tongue felt all tingly and wet with your waters but I don’t like you now.”
Sir said, “now now Baby Girl. We never want to tell our baby girl’s we don’t like them. Because that’s not true. We just don’t like how they are acting. Understand?”
“Yes Daddy. OK then…. Baby Doll, I don’t like how you acted. You should be good for your Mommy.”
“That’s better Baby Girl. Now we have to say, ‘get ready to accept your punishment.” And she did.
Then Sir said, “Now you have to start spanking her. Let me show you how to hold the belt and deliver the swats she now deserves.”
Now I know for sure Sir got his belt. I rather hate that thing. The sting it delivers is intense and always lands its mark with pinpoint accuracy too. I cinch my teeth tight, squeeze my hands into fists, andyell myself, “DO NOT MOVE OR MAKE A SOUND!”
With that, I heard the swish in the air and a second later felt the first swat hit its mark. I did reasonably well at being still. Thank God!
Sir said, “Now its your turn to try Baby Girl.”
“Ok Daddy.”
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