I am a fairly strong-minded, independent woman, but last weekend I spent 48 hours as my husband's sex slave. We are both in our mid-20's and in fairly good shape, from exercising, jogging, working out, etc. We also enjoy wrestling each other, we have a "match" every Friday evening. Mostly our wrestling is for fun, but this past week, he suggested that we put a bet on our weekly match. I asked what he had in mind, and he said his idea was called "queen or sex slave". If I won, I would be a queen and he would have to do everything I said for the entire weekend, but if he won, I would have to be his sex slave and do whatever he said for the entire weekend. Since I usually do pretty well in our "play" matches, I accepted his bet.
This past Friday evening, we set up the living room floor for our match. He wore a pair of briefs, while I was dressed in a bra and panties. Like a lot of women, my legs are the strongest part of my body, so I tried to get him into position where I could use my legs on him, but he knew what I was trying to do and avoided them. I started getting frustrated, so I tried rushing him and catching him by surprise, but he caught me as I came in, grabbed me around the waist, lifted me off my feet, and slammed me down on the floor. Before I could recover, he got on top of me, and twisted my head and neck into a painful submission hold. He had me trapped in the hold, with all his weight on top of me. I knew I didn't have the strength to escape, and the pain in my neck, shoulders, and upper back was tremendous, so I had no choice but to submit to him. He released the hold, and told me I was going to be his bitch for the weekend. He ordered me to undress, and told me I was to remain naked until Sunday night. He fucked me right on the wrestling mat, and then told me to go to our bedroom. I spent most of Friday night either performing sex acts on him or being fucked, all the while being addressed as bitch or slut or slave.
The next day, my husband told me that he was inviting a friend of his to come over, and that I was to "service" him as well. He set up a video camera in our bedroom, then told me to suck his friend off and swallow his cum while he videotaped it and watched. Then his friend fucked me. Finally, on Sunday evening, after another day of satisfying every sexual desire my husband demanded of me, he told me he was releasing me from my slavery. He allowed me to dress, and that night before we went to bed, he told me if I ever wanted to try our bet again for another weekend, he was more than willing to do so.
This past Friday evening, we set up the living room floor for our match. He wore a pair of briefs, while I was dressed in a bra and panties. Like a lot of women, my legs are the strongest part of my body, so I tried to get him into position where I could use my legs on him, but he knew what I was trying to do and avoided them. I started getting frustrated, so I tried rushing him and catching him by surprise, but he caught me as I came in, grabbed me around the waist, lifted me off my feet, and slammed me down on the floor. Before I could recover, he got on top of me, and twisted my head and neck into a painful submission hold. He had me trapped in the hold, with all his weight on top of me. I knew I didn't have the strength to escape, and the pain in my neck, shoulders, and upper back was tremendous, so I had no choice but to submit to him. He released the hold, and told me I was going to be his bitch for the weekend. He ordered me to undress, and told me I was to remain naked until Sunday night. He fucked me right on the wrestling mat, and then told me to go to our bedroom. I spent most of Friday night either performing sex acts on him or being fucked, all the while being addressed as bitch or slut or slave.
The next day, my husband told me that he was inviting a friend of his to come over, and that I was to "service" him as well. He set up a video camera in our bedroom, then told me to suck his friend off and swallow his cum while he videotaped it and watched. Then his friend fucked me. Finally, on Sunday evening, after another day of satisfying every sexual desire my husband demanded of me, he told me he was releasing me from my slavery. He allowed me to dress, and that night before we went to bed, he told me if I ever wanted to try our bet again for another weekend, he was more than willing to do so.
