Whys And Wherefores
I don't know if there really is a distinction between sex slave and slave used for sex, but that is who and what I am. I was raised in a strict and patriarchal home, my mother was a submissive and my sisters and I were taught that girls were to be submissive and obedient to the men in their lives and it was this submissive and obedient nature that was attractive and valued. After a chaste romance, I married my husband. I was just eightteen and he was twentyeight. I was collared on our wedding night and have been his property ever since.
My being young and without much experience, my husband took to training me to be the wife he wanted and I was primed and eager to please, ready to be told what to do. My husband runs his business from home and his house is in a secluded rural area on the Pacific coast, so that when he told me that he would decide what and if I would be allowed to wear, I am most often naked in and around the house. Being naked, with the exception for his collar was the beginning, the next lesson was sex upon demand. A wifes duty is to provide sexual favors to her husband and my husband wants me sexually available all the time. I may not close my mouth completely so that I may be ready to suck his ****. I may not cross my legs or close my thights, my **** open to his pleasure. My eyes are on his **** always, for it is the symbol and source and focus of my devotion and I raise my eyes to look at his face only as he allows.
My day begins with rising while he still sleeps. I do my toilette put on my make up and do my hair (I always want to be pretty for him) and then prepare his coffee, juice and toast, get the paper and take it all on a tray back to the bedroom, timed to the hour he has instructed me to wake him. When he gets up, he goes into the bathroom to relieve himself and I kneel by the toilet and take his **** in my hand and hold it while he urinates. When his is done, I lick him clean and he sometimes uses my mouth to *** in right ther in the bathroom. Other wise we return to the bedroom and he sits in the chair and has his coffee and reads the paper, while I kneel at his feet waiting for his command. He will use me, orally, anally or vaginally as is his want and then go and take his shower. While he bathes, I take the breakfast things down to the kitchen and then return and am waiting with the towek when he steps from the shower. I dry him and as I do he tells me what it is he wants to wear. As he shaves, I make the bed and lay out his clothes. I kneel and as he dresses he gives me any instructions for the day, askes me what tasks I need to do, housework, laundry, gardening, etc.
He also tells me if he is expecting visitors and to what extent he I am to serve. Sometimes it is business people and I am to dress the part of housewife. My husband has a fondness for the fifties look and my model for dress on these occasions is Donna Reed. Never to do anything by halfs, my look has to be consistant right to the skin. I wear bra, girdle and panties and gartered stockings with full slip under and a-line dress or skirt and blouse. I don't have any shoes with less than a four inch heel. Other times visitors may be friends and I serve them naked. These me are allowed to demand sex from me and I must please them as it pleases my husband for me to do so.
I am content with my life. I am happy because I have someone to serve and please. I'm happy because I have no no worry other than being a good and obedient wife.