Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2019 18:18:49 +0000
From: Hugh Everett <hughev@hotmail.com>
Subject: From Husband to Slave Part 1 (Authoritarian)

From Husband to Slave
Part 1 -- The Proposal

The celebration meal had gone well. Guy didn't usually talk much about
work, but his excitement at the promotion to partner at 36 was a good
excuse to be a little immodest. Hugh was proud of his ambitious husband and
soaked up the corporate details.  He was about to call the sommelier over
to order 2 celebratory glasses of Armagnac, but Guy held his forearm down
on the pristine white linen tablecloth. "Let's have a nightcap at home
instead. I have a proposition for you."  Hugh was intrigued, so asked for
the bill and they were back home within 15 minutes.

Brandies poured, Hugh's curiosity could wait no longer "So, what's this
proposition, man of mystery?" Guy paused to take a sip from the crystal
glass, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously at the expectant Hugh. "Well,
the partnership brings in a substantial salary increase and profit share.
It's what you might call life changing, so I thought we could actually
change our lives."  Hugh looked puzzled, but before he could interrupt, Guy
continued, speaking slowly and clearly.  "Let me say my whole piece for you
respond" Hugh nodded silently. "I know you work hard at your business, but
with all your overheads, my new salary will actually be substantially more
than you bring in, so I think you should give it up."  Hugh opened his
mouth to protest, but Guy raised an authoritative palm and continued, "My
proposal is that instead of running an outside business, you become my full
time house slave" Hugh was grateful that he hadn't taken a sip of brandy as
he was sure he would have choked on it. "You're not serious?"  "Perfectly
serious" replied Guy in the same measured tone.  "My new job will involve
more stress and longer hours and it would be made a lot easier if I knew
that my every need at home was taken care of by the person who knows me
best" Guy paused, the twinkle in his eyes hardening a little, then added
"without question"

Hugh's mind was racing. His instant reaction was astonishment that this mad
idea of his husband's had come out of the blue, but after a few moments he
began to remember the role playing that had been a part of their sex life
when they were first going out, 10 years before.  They had found the
Master/slave games a huge turn on, but they always switched roles and those
games had mostly petered out over the years. He found himself growing hard
at the memories and the ever-observant Guy noticed immediately "I see
you're not completely horrified by the idea." The twinkly eyes had
returned.  Hugh had a hundred questions, but as soon as he opened his mouth
to speak, Guy's silencing palm was raised once again. "I'm going to outline
the basics of how the new relationship would work. You can think about it
over the next few days and then we can discuss it in more detail at the
weekend. Hugh nodded, already feeling slightly in awe at the calm authority
with which his husband was expressing himself.  Guy continued "The
fundamental thing about the Master/slave set up is that my word would be
law. No arguing, no negotiation.  You would follow my rules and any
infraction or questioning of them would result in your being punished. I
know you are already supportive of me and my career -- it's one of the many
reasons I love you -- but this would be on another level. You would devote
yourself to my wellbeing and pleasure and I would train you very
specifically on all the services I expect.  My decision would be final on
every aspect of our lives, from where we live, to where we go on holiday,
to what clothes you wear."

Hugh was trying to listen intently, but his brain was finding it hard to
process the huge changes that Guy was suggesting. For some reason, the
clothes thing was the most shocking.  His secret Master/slave fantasies
were mainly sexual.  It hadn't occurred to him that his Master would decide
what cut of jeans he could wear.  Guy paused, inwardly pleased that Hugh
was clearly taking his proposal seriously and thinking about the
consequences. As if reading Hugh's mind, he continued "You would be able to
see your friends and family, but on my terms and only with my express
permission.  Your main aim in life would be to please me and any other
responsibilities you feel you have would be secondary to that"

The more Guy spoke, the more questions filled Hugh's mind, but he found
himself tongue tied.  Seeing that Hugh was a little overwhelmed, Guy
softened his tone "Anyway, it's late and I have an early meeting, but
before we go to bed, I seem to remember you promised me a promotion blow
job when we were at the restaurant." Hugh instantly slid off the sofa where
he had been sitting next to Guy and knelt between his legs.  He carefully
undid Guy's black leather belt and slowly began to unbutton his fly.  His
own erection was straining against the cotton and wool layers of this pants
and trousers, but Guy's speech already seemed to have had an effect on his
psyche and he decided he needed to concentrate entirely on his husband's
pleasure, ignoring his own trapped hard on.  He kissed and licked the white
cotton of Guy's briefs until he could taste the precum mixed with his own
saliva. He looked up into Guy's eyes and waited for the nod to pull the
briefs very gently down, revealing the hard and leaking cock he had grown
to know so well.  Guy lifted himself slightly off the sofa so that Hugh
could pull the pants and trousers down to his ankles in one, deft movement.
Hugh went down to Guy's large, hairy balls and lapped at them with long,
slow sweeps of his tongue.  The taste of Guy's balls was something he never
tired of and, after a long day in the office, the musk he loved so much was
even more intense.  Guy moaned in appreciation and Hugh could see the
precum oozing down his rock-hard shaft.  Glancing up to receive a second
nod, Hugh moved from his husband's balls to the head of his cock, slurping
the precum and licking around the head to elicit louder moans from Guy.
Without warning, he slid his mouth down to the bottom of Guy's shaft, proud
of himself that he could now take the whole cock, even if only for a second
or 2 before he started to gag.  He went slowly back up the shaft for more
knob licking before plunging rapidly back down. Again, after a couple of
seconds, he began to pull off, but Guy's hands were suddenly on the top of
his head, holding him in place. "You have to keep my cock in your throat
for 6 seconds" he ordered and began the slow count. By 5, Hugh was gagging
violently and is eyes were streaming. On the count of 6, Guy let him up so
that only the cockhead was still in his compliant husband's mouth. Guy
allowed Hugh's breathing to calm down before calmly giving his next order:
"Again, but you do it yourself this time, without me holding you down and
you count silently in your head." Hugh obeyed immediately and gagged for
the proscribed count before slowly backing off his husband's now soaking
cock.  2 more silent counts with Guy's cock buried deep in Hugh's throat
was enough to send him into a powerful orgasm.  Hugh gratefully swallowed
the whole load and gently licked his husband's cockhead clean.  Normally
after this kind of session, Hugh would have quickly got out his own cock
and wanked with the taste of his husband's seed still on his lips, but
after tonight's discussions, he felt he needed to ask permission.  Guy once
again seemed to read his mind "Yes, you can cum, but into your hand, then
you have to lick it up and swallow it."  Guy knew that Hugh didn't really
like eating his own cum, so was surprised at the instant nod from his
kneeling partner. Having virtually ripped off his own pants and trousers,
it took only a few tugs of Hugh's right hand for him to spurt onto his
left.  Looking up adoringly at Guy, he licked his left hand clean,
swallowing the copious load he had just produced.  He smiled, blushing, and
silently beckoned Guy to bed

End of Part 1