Ted's Wife, My Sex Slave: A Slut Wife Story by Lyndsay Oz

Author:Lyndsay Oz [Oz, Lyndsay]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2018-10-18T00:00:00+00:00

I flicked my fingers at her. “You have your orders, slut.”

A little dispiritedly, Sabrina set about ordering lunch for us. In a quiet voice she read the room service lunch menu to me, and then ordered me a steak sandwich with all the fixings and french fries, and herself a salad. When she placed the order she mentioned that we'd need maid service because she'd had an accident and soiled the bed 'like a bad girl'. Then she went and found a robe and draped it over the desk where it would be close at hand. And after all that, she came over to where I was sitting at the desk chair watching her. I'd pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a yellow tee shirt with a RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK logo. Sabrina sank to my feet and with her head down and in a choked voice murmured “How else may I serve you, master?”

I looked down at her. “While you were still tied up on the bed, after I tickled you, when I kissed you. Anything you feel like you want to say about that?”

I saw her tremble a little. “Look up at me,” I said.

She looked up at me and her face was red and once again her eyes were wet. “I should have kissed you back. I was mad at you and I didn't kiss you back.”

“How do you feel about that?” I said, reaching down to cup her chin and stroke her cheek with my thumb.

“I hate people who do that,” she said, her voice toneless. “Especially girls. They get mad and withdraw affection to punish their partner. It was wrong of me. I've given myself to you fully and I had no right to let my emotions impact your enjoyment of me. I'm here for you to enjoy, master. Not kissing you the way you enjoy being kissed by me because I was angry with you, or for any other reason, is not acceptable. It was as wrong as me threatening to leave after you tickled me. I am at your disposal, master. I don't walk out on you. I don't withhold affection from you. I don't say no to you or refuse you in any way. I don't punish you. I am your slave. I apologize for the bad kiss. Please punish me.”

“I don't want to punish you,” I said. “I just want you to say what you mean to me, and mean what you say. If you belong to me, then you belong to me. Do you?”

She put her hand on mine, where I was cupping her cheek, and lowered her head and kissed my fingers. “I do,” she said.

There was a knock at the door. “Get that,” I told her.

Sabrina scrambled to her feet, grabbed the robe, and yanked it on while near-running for the door.

It was the maid, or, rather, the maids – both were black, one was heavyset and middle aged, the other younger and very thin. They pushed a laundry cart into the room and proceeded to change the bed.

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