In the Master's Power

The story I want to tell began about a year ago. My wife and I had been married for eight years. And about three years ago, I increasingly caught myself thinking about how my wife was having sex with other men. This aroused me very much, and during sex with her, I began to think more and more about how I could arrange it.

Once, when my wife and I had been drinking (I don't remember the occasion, there was some event), I started a conversation with her on this topic. To my surprise, she responded with interest to this proposal, especially since she already knew my desire to take a passive role in sex, and by that time

she wanted more and more new sexual pleasures.

The next day, we posted an ad online saying that a married couple was looking for a man for a joint rest. Several responses came, but we chose one. Lena (that's my wife's name) settled on a dark-skinned, athletically built guy about thirty years old. We called him, and he suggested organizing the first meeting at a rented apartment.

The concerns of organizing the apartment fell on me. I prepared everything, and at the appointed time, Lena and I are sitting in the apartment, waiting for Andrey (that was the guy's name) whom my wife chose. 20 minutes late, the doorbell rang and I went to open the door. Andrey really looked impressive, height 180, a beautiful body. He undressed, went into the room, greeted my wife, took cognac out of a bag, and said to bring glasses. My wife stood up to bring them, but he stopped her with a gesture and told me to bring them. After I brought them, he poured cognac into the glasses, and we drank to our acquaintance. The tension eased somewhat. He had been studying my wife all this time.

I was already regretting suggesting she wear a dress with a deep neckline to the meeting. After we had our third drink, Andrey told Lena to move to the sofa next to him. My wife sat next to him, and he rather unceremoniously put his hand on her thigh and began to lift her dress up until it rode up and my wife's lacy panties came into view. I tried to object to this, but Andrey reasonably noted that we had invited him, and he would set the rules of the game. If we didn't like it, he could get dressed and leave right now. I looked at Lena (her eyes were already shining) and decided to wait a little longer.

After having another drink, Andrey said it would be good to see my wife without the dress, so to speak, "to assess the goods in person" (he said exactly that). Lena looked at me and, not reading any objections in my eyes, stood up to take off the dress. Just as she tried to do it, Andrey stopped her and told me to take the dress off my wife myself. I had no choice but to fulfill his whim. Lena remained standing before us, covering her chest in her bra with her hands, in panties and stockings. Andrey leaned back on the sofa and told my wife to lower her hands and turn around in front of him. My wife hesitantly did what he said.

After enjoying this sight, he ordered me to also undress down to my underwear and stand next to my wife. Seeing my hesitant look, Andrey said:

 — So, let's decide right now, either you will do everything as I said, or I'm going to gather my things and leave, and you find someone else. Now I'll go to the kitchen and return in three minutes. If you are standing next to Lena in just your underwear, then we continue; if not, then I get dressed and leave.

After uttering these words, Andrey got up and went to the kitchen. We looked at each other, and my wife said:

 — Since we've already started all this, let's try to go all the way. If we don't like it, we won't do anything like this again.

I agreed with her and quickly undressed down to my underwear and stood next to my wife.

After a while, Andrey returned. Seeing us standing next to each other in our underwear, he snorted with satisfaction, sat on the sofa, poured himself another drink without offering us any, and ordered me to take our clothes to the bathroom. After I carried out his instruction, he said that in the future we should greet him in this form or another (as he decides), and no other clothing should be on us when we are in the room with him.

After drinking, he leaned back on the sofa, beckoned my wife with his finger, and indicated for her to sit on the sofa next to him. After that, he put his hand on her chest, hidden in her bra, and began to knead it not too hard. After amusing himself like that for about two minutes, he told her to go back and stand next to me. Then, addressing me, he said:

 — It's time for you to free your wife's udders and show me her teats, come on, don't make me wait.

Conflicting feelings fought within me. On one hand, I wanted this, but the feeling of unreality of what was happening and the fact that I myself was undressing my Lena in front of a strange man stopped me. Lena came to the rescue; she turned her back to me, as if giving a sign for me to proceed and unclasp her bra. After unclasping the bra and taking it off her, we both turned to Andrey. My wife's breasts looked provocatively at him with sharp nipples.

After a short pause, Andrey said:

 — I said show them to me, take them in your hands and tell me what you are showing me.

Slightly embarrassed, I took Lena's breasts, lifted them a little, and said:

 — Here are my wife's udders... Master. (the last word escaped me involuntarily). But as I noticed, he liked it.

Andrey again beckoned my wife with his finger, and she even approached him with some haste. He took her nipples with his hands and began to pull them down not too hard, as a result Lena ended up on her knees in front of him. He began to twist the nipples in different directions, squeezing and pulling them a little. After playing with them a bit, he pushed her away and told her to take her place.

After that, Andrey ordered us to get on our knees and put our hands behind our heads. At the same time, he stood up and went to the kitchen. As he was leaving, he turned to us and said:

 — Stay like that until I come back, and I forbid you to talk. And in general, in my presence, you will only speak with my permission.

He left, and my wife and I remained silently kneeling with our hands behind our heads.

After a while, he returned and said:

 — Now I will have a conversation with each of you to finally determine all the details of your submission to me, but first, you need to be brought into a form appropriate for a conversation with your Master.

 — Take off your bitch's panties and stockings, — he addressed me.

Without thinking, I rushed to carry out his order. Lena was kneeling, and it was inconvenient, but he did not allow her to rise from her knees. In two minutes, my wife was kneeling before him completely naked.

 — Now you take off your underwear too and put on the stockings, let's see how they look on you.

All this was said in a tone that brooked no argument. I did as he said and remained kneeling before him in just stockings. After that, he went to the kitchen, telling me to follow him. In the kitchen, he ordered me to kneel, put my hands behind my head, and announced to me:

 — First, starting today, you and your bitch are at my complete disposal. Second, a new life begins for you, in which all your thoughts and actions must be directed towards carrying out my orders. Third, as you correctly said, you will call me Master, and think of me only as the Master, you can forget my name. Now more specifically about your future behavior. Do you and your bitch practice oral and anal sex?

 — Yes, — I answered.

 — Forget about that, starting from this moment, you will only fuck her in the vagina (it's made for the husband). You will have sex once every 10 days, I think that's even a lot, but later you yourself will ask me to reduce the quota. There will be only one position for sex with your wife: you lean her on something and fuck her from behind. In this case, you must be dressed. You should not see your wife in underwear, let alone naked (let her change in the bathroom). You will now sleep separately from her. At my call, you or she or both of you together, as I wish, must do what I order you quickly and without delay. You are also entrusted with the duty of washing your and your bitch's underwear by hand so that it is always clean.

Finishing his speech, the Master unzipped his fly, lowered his pants with underwear to his knees, looked at me, and said:

 — If you understood everything and are ready to obey me, kiss my cock.

His cock was significantly larger and thicker than mine, and I, not yet fully comprehending what I had heard, approached him and kissed the head of his cock. After that, he put on his pants and told me to go to the room, and send my wife to him in the kitchen. When I was leaving the kitchen, he called out to me and said:

 — Oh, by the way, I noticed that stockings suit you very well, so from today on, you will always wear stockings at home. Do you understand me?

 — Yes, Master, I said, — and went to call my wife.

Lena was kneeling in the same pose in which we had left her. I knelt next to her, put my hands behind my head, and said to her:

 — Go, the Master is calling you.

Lena silently got up and went to the kitchen. They were gone for about 15 minutes. All this time, I was tormented by the desire to know what they were doing there and what they were talking about, but I did not dare to disobey the Master's order.

When they returned, I noticed that my wife's hair was even more disheveled, and there were traces of semen on her lips. Lena came up to me and pressed her lips to mine, and I felt the salty taste of semen in my mouth. Making a small effort, I swallowed it. At the same time, I noticed that I did it as a matter of course. After transferring the Master's semen to me, Lena knelt down next to me again.

The Master, pouring himself another drink and drinking it, said:

 — That's enough for today, I'm leaving. You must stand in this pose for another half hour, then gather your things and go home. And remember my requirements for your current life. — After that, he got dressed and left.

Lena and I, as he said, knelt for the prescribed half hour, and neither she nor I dared to break the silence. Then we got dressed; when we were dressing, I noticed that my wife did not put on her panties and bra. I called a taxi, and we went home.

Only at home did Lena briefly tell me that the Master had told her his requirements (mostly the same as mine), but besides that, he forbade her to wear underwear when outside the home (but at home, it's mandatory). After talking with her, the Master ordered her to give him a blowjob, but not to swallow the semen, but to transfer it to her husband with a kiss.

After talking with my wife, I started making a bed for myself on the floor, and she went to the closet and, taking out all her trousers and pants, put them in a suitcase. To my silent question, she answered that the Master had forbidden her to wear such clothes. After that, I undressed and went to sleep on the floor. My wife first turned off the light, then, asking me to turn away first, undressed and lay down on the bed under the blanket. That's how our first meeting with the Master went, and now we've been with him for a year.

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