Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2006 10:24:14 +0100 (BST) From: WILL OBE Subject: OBEYING MY HUSBAND 8 After college the next day I make my way to Mr Trent's office. He'd watched me being degraded the night before so I'm nervous he might think, as Nick obviously does, that I'm a whore. I pop into the pub next for a large gin and tonic fortifier. I have another and feel more relaxed as I ring his office bell. "That you Matt, come on up." He sounds his usual friendly self. Sitting in his office my nervousness returns. "Relax Matt, I'm not here to judge you anymore than those guys last night or Nick for that matter." "Do you think I'm a whore. Nick says I am." "Rubbish Matt. He and others make the decisions not you. You simply do what your nature dictates, you do as you're told. That's you. It's what guys with more dominating personalities like about you. I have to admit it was quite a turn on for me to see you in your submissive role last night. But I think we must have another look at the situation. The guys I've introduced to you so far are all very dominant. And Nick is actually much more of a Master than I'd realised. He's looking for a slave not a gentle loveable boy like you." I'm relieved and in a way comforted by these remarks. Perhaps I'm not as bad as I thought I was. "That said, I think you probably did enjoy some of your time with Nick. Am I right?" "Yes Sir." "There you go Matt, but please don't call me sir. I'm Doug. You liked some of it, but it's not what you want long term. Right?" "Yes... Doug." "As I thought, I've had a long talk with Nick, explained what I felt was your position and he's released you into my care. Is that Okay?" I'm so over come with relief and emotion I move to him and hug him tightly, tears pouring down my face. "Don't take on Matt, it's all okay." He hugs me, pats my back soothingly and hands me a clean white handkerchief as I cry onto his shoulder. I wipe my eyes and sit back. "Let's try and summarise what you really want Matt. One, a tall, well built, handsome guy who will be loving and affectionate. Am I right?" "Exactly. Ralf, Roberto and Nick were all physically right, but... you know, too kinky." "But you enjoyed some of the kinkiness like being spanked?" "If I was naughty." Now I sound like a kid. "So a little spanking. Yes?" "Yes you're right Doug, I did enjoy it. Enough to make me cry I suppose." "Good, that's clear enough. What else?" "Being kept naked. Perhaps in front of other guys so I get sort of embarrassed." "Think its called humiliation Matt. Yeah, I think you're into humiliation in a big way. Don't worry, many subs are. Anything else?" "Being shaved. Lots of being fucked of course. Doing the housework, dressing as he wants me to. All that sort of thing." "You want him to be assertive?" "Yes." "You want to wear your man's neck chain?" "Oh yeah, should I give it back?" "No need. Nick want's you to keep it as a gift. You look cute wearing it. Also he wants you to have this to buy yourself some new gear." Doug hands me a cheque. Wow! It's for one thousand pounds. "He says you were worth every penny and I'm sure he's right. Now all I have to do is find you the ideal husband. I think we should aim at someone much older or someone nearer your own age. What do you think?" "When you say old, how old do you mean?" "Fifty, sixty perhaps. Guys of that age would love a wife like you Matt. And some young guys I've discovered really do go for much older men." "Do they? Not sure I've ever felt like that." "Okay, what about someone in his twenties?" "Sounds good, much better in fact." "You're sure? I do have a guy like that who I've recently registered. Would you like to meet up?" "If you think I'd be right, yeah I would." "Let me ring him." Doug dials a number. "Hi, is that you Dave?" I listen as Doug sounds Dave out. "Yes, he precisely fits your requirements. A year younger than you, passive and obedient." Clearly Doug is being questioned about me. "Yes, he's blond, blue eyed, and very nice... what I'd call a slim swimmers body and seeking an assertive sort of guy like you. I'll send you an e-mail with all the details. And why not meet up and decide for yourself?" Doug makes a note of where I'm to meet my new beau and gives it to me. So, still wearing my tight jeans, hang out tank top and my trainers. I pretend to shop in a pharmacy and use the opportunity to spray myself with Roger Gallet. At seven we met up in an Earls Court pub. He, as Doug explained, will be wearing jeans, a lighter blue denim shirt and reading a copy of 'The Guardian'. I spot him immediately on a stool at the bar. Wow! Oh wow! He's a hunk. All I have ever dreamt of. My password is 'May I borrow your paper Sir?' He hands it over without hesitation, looking me over as he does so. My next move is to accept. I do this by dropping to my knees and gazing up into his eyes. "I'm yours if you want me David," Surprisingly, I think David is more embarrassed by my reaction than I am. All the other guys in the pub turned to watch, whooping and laughing. Dave helps me to my feet. "God! Are you Matt?" "Yes Sir. If you want me?" "You're just awesome Matt. Could anyone not want you? You're so cute." Dave pulls me into his arms and we kiss for the first time. His lips are so soft as he sucks my tongue before protruding his own tongue down my throat. I suck gently until he pulls away. "How was that Matt?" "Oh, just wonderful Sir." "Come on Matt, I don't want any of this sir shit. I'm Dave and you're Matt. That's it. Okay?" "If you say so Dave?" "I do say so. Now what are you drinking?" "G and T?" The barman is hovering and hears my choice. "Make it a double Tom and the same for me. And Matt, why don't you just turn around me and show me your ass?" I spin around and Dave grips hold of my bubble butt in his two hands and then twists me round to face him and lifts me onto the stool next to him. "That little round arse of yours is something else!" That's the last hint about sex for quite awhile. Over more rounds of drinks, which I share paying for, we go on chatting non stop. Dave tells me all about himself. Of course he knows a lot about me from the info Doug had e-mailed him. Unlike the previous guys I met he is of a similar age and is not that well off. A musician with one of the less well known London classical orchestras, he doesn't earn a lot. Fortunately for me, his taste in music is not restricted to classical. Like me, he enjoys a drink in a bar, but he's not a great clubber. He works out at a gym to keep in (fantastic!) shape. Although I openly admire his package and he rests his hands on my knees as we sit on stools facing each other, he doesn't try to touch me up or anything after our first kiss. It's only after we've exhausted every other subject that we come back to sex. "I've got to tell you something Matt. Doug's sexual info about you had me hard. And having met and talked, I'm even harder. Feel it." He pulls my hand forward to feel the long hard sausage showing down the left leg of his jeans. Wow! I want it. "Think that would keep you happy Matt?" "Oh yes Dave. That's what I need." "And I believe you like doing as you're told?" "It would be my pleasure to do anything you wanted Dave. Anything." "Really? Being spanked perhaps until you're ass is hot and red enough to shag?" "Anything you want Dave. As your obedient wife, anything you order." "Sounds good my kitten. An obedient, fuckable wife is just what I want." "That's me Dave." "Doug tells me you need a bed right away. Shall we give it a try?" "If you want me, yes." "Come on Matt, don't be so bloody wet. Every guy in this pub would want you given the chance. Except I want you. I'm mad for you." "That's nice Dave," I laugh. I feel really happy. Dave wraps his arm around my shoulders and my arm goes around his waist as we leave the bar and saunter down the street. A quick cheap Chinese meal and we head for Dave's place. It's only a few streets away in a semi-basement flat down a flight of old stone steps with a rickety iron hand rail. Once inside, it's smart. "This is the living room. Sorry for the mess." It's painted white with lots of modern prints and posters decorating the walls. A big sofa faces a TV set on a low table in a Victorian fireplace. Against the wall is an elderly scratched upright piano, the top littered with piles of sheet music. A violin lies in an open case on a chair. Dave pushes me through a door into a bedroom. "This is the master bedroom. The only bedroom in fact." Minimum furniture. A king size bed, two wardrobes and two chairs. "The wardrobe and the chair on the right are yours Matt. There's a shower room and toilet through that door we can share and down the passage is a kitchen where you can do your stuff. Okay?" Two wardrobes? Had he been planning on finding a partner? "Yeah, it's all fine." "Good. I want to sit down and watch you strip naked Matt. We'll go from there. Okay?" I didn't answer, but stripped off my tank top and slipped off my trainers. More slowly I unbuttoned my jeans, let them drop and kicked them away. I stood naked as ordered in front of a guy I'm hoping will be the husband I've been looking for. Turning slowly to give him a view of my butt I step close to him, clasp my hands behind my neck with my feet apart and my prick jutting out. Even if he doesn't want to be called sir, I feel I have a duty to present my body to him. "And completely shaved. Wow! This is something! You are the most delightful looking boy I've ever seen. Do you know that Matt?" "Thank you Sir... sorry... I mean Dave." Dave's left hand stretches out, pushes back my foreskin and starts stroking my prick while his other hand plays with my shaven balls before going between my legs, burrowing between my ass cheeks and I feel a finger rubbing against my hole. He takes my knob head into his mouth and sucks me. I'm in absolute heaven! He takes his mouth and hands away and smiles at me. "Come here, let me hold you close." Dave pulls me forward into his arms, me naked against his denim clothed body. Wow! This is fantastic. His hands stroke my bare flesh and I melt into his embrace, my hard prick bobbing up and down against his jeans. As he gently kisses me, his large hands come down from my shoulders, tweak my nipples and then investigate my shaved groin and balls. A moment and his hands are first squeezing my ass cheeks, then lightly tapping them. I'm tight against him and in total submissive mode. When the tapping becomes hard spanks, I respond by chewing contentedly on the tongue deep into exploring my mouth and throat. Its the sort of spanking I enjoy. Warming up my ass cheeks ready to be fucked. I hope! Dave stops spanking, picks me up in his arms and drops me onto the centre of his bed. I lie there watching as he strips off. He's just as magnificently built as Ralf, Roberto or Nick, but far more youthful and boyishly attractive. I'm drooling. Wanking my prick as I wait for him to take me in any way he decides. "Keep your hands off your cock kitten." I lie still as he positions himself with his knees on either side of me and his thick cock over my face dripping pre-cum into my open mouth which I eagerly swallow. It's like honey! My mouth wraps itself around his huge purple engorged knob and I begin sucking. Swirling my tongue around my husband's cock. I draw it into my mouth, sucking it in and out. From the sound of his moans, Dave's experiencing a similar sort of sexual ecstasy to myself. He gasps and pulls out to prevent himself cumming and moves forward until his ass is immediately above my face. I can't resist longer and my tongue dips into the beautiful pink, puckered anus surrounded by a fringe of dark soft hair. Now I probe more deeply in and out, tasting my man. Next I lick the lovely twitching hole and push my tongue forward gently until it is first half and then fully submerged in my guy's arsehole and fuck it backwards and forwards. Judging by his groans Dave appears to love it. Pulling back, Dave allows me the reward of sucking each of his balls through the wrinkled skin of his hanging scrotum. What bliss! The best is to come. Dave's engorged cock searches for and with my help finds my mouth and face fucks me. Suddenly he pulls out, lifts me legs above my head and nudges his enormous weapon into my boycunt. It slips in and with him grinning down at me, he fucks me hard. "Yeah, fuck me hard Dave. That's what I'm for. Let me take your cock, feel your seed pumping into me. please." I press my ass back in time to his thrusts, submitting myself to his demands, his cock massaging my prostate until in an unbearable sense of relief I shoot my spunk over my chest and face. He leans forward and using his lovely long tongue washes my face clean and swallows my cum. Oh yes, yes, I am and want to be his wife. "You ready Matt, ready to be bred, ready to take my load?" "Yes, yes, please." Dave grunts hard, his face reddens and he ploughs into me even harder. Yeah, that's it, I'm his. I feel huge spurts of my man's spunk flooding me and know this is what I've always wanted. What I exist for. If you have read this, please let me know if you liked this chapter. will.obe@btinternet.com