Becoming My Wife’s Slave

I never imagined I’d get so turned on being a slave…

I recently returned from a twelve day trip overseas. It was the longest time I’ve ever been separated from my wife during our eleven years of marriage. During the first few days, I was doing okay without her, distracting by the busyness and exhaustion of travel. However, I soon found myself laying around the ministry apartment during “down time” with extra time on my hands and no wife to play with.

I closed my eyes and began to envision her slender body lying naked on our bed back home. I could see her pointy nipples hardened by desire and her smoothly shaved pussy begging to be chewed on. My hand reached into my jeans as I stroked my growing member. This continued for several days. It was not good for me to be without my wife.

One evening, about midway through the trip, I sent my wife some naughty text messages through WhatsApp. It was evening for me but back home it was the kids’ nap time. I told her how I wanted to see her naked body and to my surprise, an image popped up on my phone. It was my wife. Had she actually sent me a naked photo? There was the look of carnal desire on her face.

As I sat there in the dark apartment, stroking my dick, more and more images came across my phone. She had caught me in her net of desire, as I looked at her perfectly shaped ass, her green eyes with tongue sticking out, and her tits pushed together. She pulled out her Hitachi magic wand vibrator and pleasured herself, sending me photos of the process. My dick quivered with anticipation. We began to explore the world of sexting.

Over the next few days, my hot wife continued to send me photos. She would dress in different outfits, always alluring me with her eyes and always making my dick strain against my jeans. She was a naughty chef. Another time she posed as a mischievous secretary, holding out her tits for me to lick. I was in love and filled with lust for this woman. I enjoyed my wife’s ravenous sexuality being expressed.

During this trip, I came across MarriageHeat.com. I read a few articles and knew that I had to share them with my wife. One particular story had to do with a man whose wife took on the role of a dominatrix. I imagined my wife dressed in a black pencil skirt, black harness top, and heels. She forced me to my knees, propped up one leg and demanded that I chew on her pussy. The story was hot and my dick responded, filled with desire to see this fantasy come true. I sent my wife the link to the site and went to bed.

Over the next few days, I continued to receive photos from my wife over WhatsApp. Something changed though. She began to act differently…almost bossy. She called me a naughty boy and began to send me messages about punishing me when I got home. Strangely enough, her talk began to fill me with desire. I could feel my prostate hardening and my dick was in a constant state of desire for my wife’s pussy.

Two days before the trip ended, something changed with my wife. My phone buzzed, notifying me that there was a new message from her. I unlocked my phone and went to read the message. There was no text! Instead, it was an audio message. I hit play and put it up to my ear.

In the background, I heard a low humming. It was her Hitachi Magic Wand. Then I heard the moans of delight. “Ohh… Mmm…” I almost lost it right there in the midst of the crowd. My dick grew erect in moments as I was transported to the scene of my wife masturbating back home. I quickly pulled my shirt down over the massive bulge in my jeans. She was tempting me.

After the stream of audio messages, she sent me a few articles from MarriageHeat.com. They were kinky articles, along the same theme as the ones I had previously shared with her. We began to text about embracing a dominant/submissive relationship with each other. “You’re a bad boy and you’ve been in charge for far too long. I’m going to call the shots now.” She went out on a limb, trying something different, and discovered in the process that it was exactly what I was wanting.

“What should I call you from now on?” I asked. Was it going to be mistress, my lady, ma’am, Ms. Smith? I fantasized her with each of those titles. “You will call me whatever I want you to call me. I am the one in charge here.” I never realized how horny her assertiveness would make me.

“For now, you shall call me queen. Have I made myself clear?” I smiled. My dick twitched. “Yes, my queen,” I typed back into my phone. From the other side of the world, that message sealed the deal. She would now be my queen.