Enslaving Abbey

                   ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART ONE

       I don’t know quite how to start this story.  I guess, the beginning is the best.  My name is Jim Bryant.  I am married to an incredible woman.  I must tell you about Abbey, and my life with her.  I have always, as far back as I can remember, liked the idea of sexual                          bondage, and of course erotic discipline.  Like most guys, it was hard for me to find an outlet for my proclivity when I was young.   But as I grew older, I was pleasantly surprised to find several young women who would let me tie them up and play sexual domination games.  Even though I had a lot of exciting fun, I never found the woman who was really the material that a sexual slave was made of.  Most girls like to play games like that, but not on a regular basis.  It was only a game.  That is until I met Abbey.

       I was introduced to Abbey by a mutual friend.  I was immediately taken by her.  Her 5’3” frame was delightful in every way.  From her raven hair, to her ample breasts and fantastic ass, standing on very shapely legs, she was magnificent.  Her creamy skin and blue eyes were the stuff of poetry.  I was so impressed that I put aside my desires to dominate her, thinking that she was more important than that.  I was fooling myself.

       Abbey and I had a couple of dates, but we never went to bed.  It seemed that she was shy, and I just could not get past her seeming resistance.  I was smitten by her, and I wanted her, but I did not want to do anything that would damage our fledgling relationship.  It was frustrating.  I wanted her, and it seemed that she wanted me, but just could not bring herself to surrender to me.

       One evening, after returning from a rather upscale restaurant and evening at the movies, we were in her apartment enjoying each other.  We were sitting on the couch.  While I was kissing her, I was attempting to unbutton her blouse and she was playfully trying to stop me.  I grew impatient and resorted to my psychological leanings.  Instinctively, I grasped her wrists and pulled them behind her, holding them there with my left hand.  My right hand went to the buttons on her blouse.  She struggled, but I held her wrists tightly behind her back, all the while kissing her.  It seemed to me that her struggles were only token in nature, no real resistance.

       I looked at Abbey’s face.  There was a faint smile on her lips, and a dreamy look in her eyes.  I continued to hold her wrists captive and I leaned forward and kissed her again.  My kiss was returned with her hot little tongue meeting mine.  My right hand moved to her breast.  As I squeezed her breasts, I realized that she was not wearing a bra.

       I wanted to use both hands on her, so I quickly pulled the neck tie from my neck and started to bind Abbey’s wrists behind her back.  Needless to say, my cock was rising to the occasion.

       “Wh…what…are you doing, Jim”, Abbey asked with a nervous tremor in her voice.

       I looked up at her face and saw a change in her expression.  I could see some fear in her eyes, but I also saw a heated lustful look.  Her mouth was open, and her breathing had quickened.

       “Sweet Lady, I am making you my prisoner.  I want you, and I mean to have you.”

       I continued to complete the bondage of her wrists.  My cock was raging in my trousers.  Abbey was more beautiful than ever.  She did struggle against my binding her wrists, but only in a token way, and not enough for me to stop.  She closed her eyes and softly bit her lip, but never asked me to release her wrists.  It seemed that she felt she should put up some resistance.  When I completed binding her wrists, I took her face in both my hands and kissed her, again.  The kiss was hot and long.  When I released her mouth, her eyes were closed, she was trying to catch her breath, and she was muttering my name.

       “Ooooh, Jim.  Jim…please…please…oooh, yes Jim”.

       I kissed her again, and upon breaking the kiss, I continued to unbutton her blouse with both hands.  Abbey just kept her eyes closed as she was running her delicate pink tongue over her lips.  When the blouse was fully unbuttoned, her unfettered breasts could be seen in the opening of her blouse.  They were beauties, begging to be handled.  I grasped both her breasts, squeezing and fondling them as she gasped and quietly moaned.

       “Damn, Lady”, I said, “Your are magnificent.”

       Abbey remained quiet as I continued to play with her breasts.  When I leaned over and took the nipple of her left breast into my mouth her vocalizations became more pronounced.  I gently bit her nipple as my tongue attacked the hardening flesh.

       “Ooooh, yeeesss, Jim.  Ooohhh, yessss”, she whispered.

       I was caught up in the moment, and in a minute or two, I had her undressed and lying back on the couch.  I just could not wait.  I wanted my cock in her steaming cunt.  In a moment I had her legs spread and was sliding my cock in her hot pussy.  I could not tell if she were virgin.  Abbey’s cunt was so tight and hot I did not care.  I just wanted to make love to her.  My cock seemed to only give her pleasure, however, her cunt was tight, hot and sweet. 

       Abbey was wild with passion.  It would seem that her “helpless” condition was released her from her inhibitions.  In just a matter of seconds, it seemed, she was cumming.  I continued to fuck her, and she came again.  As I was having my own climax, Abbey had her third and most explosive cum.  We both collapsed, with me lying on top of her, and my cock buried in her cunt.  It seemed we lay there, with her bound body in my arms and my cock buried in her pussy, for an eternity.  We both seemed to be in the ozone, and trying to grasp what had just happened. 

       When I finally regained my composure, I raised myself off Abbey, pulling my cock from her cunt.  Abbey moaned again, only this time I thought I heard a distinctive note of disappointment at have my cock removed from her pussy.  I sat up on her couch, and pulled her to my chest.  I continued to kiss her while fondling her breasts.  She was truly magnificent.

       “Jim, could you untie my wrists”, she quietly asked.

       I smiled down at her, “No, I don’t think so.  I like you like that.  I think you need to stay tied for a while.”

       Abbey never protested.  She turned her face to me and kissed me again.

       That is pretty much how our relationship started.  Once I discovered how submissive she was, in addition to her good intelligence, sweet personality, and incredible good looks, I was a goner.  I fell in love.  About a month later we moved in together, and within a year we were married.

       By the day of our wedding, Abbey had been introduced to ropes, handcuffs, leather restraints, nipple and pussy clamps, enforced nudity, exotic clothing and of course whips.  In fact, at our wedding ceremony, the assembled guests never knew that there were fresh whip marks on her full breasts and silky ass.  By that time, she was not allowed to wear any underwear, and high heeled shoes were the preferred foot wear.  We both were excited to be married, and to live our lifestyle. 

       Gently at first, but, before long I could whip her as I wanted.  Other sexual tortures were explored and enjoyed.  Bondage was an exciting part of our lives.  More and more, it seemed that she was naked and bound in some fashion.  We both loved what we were doing, and sexual slavery seemed to me to be the essence of our life style.  I loved her deeply, but was consumed with the idea of her being my sex slave.  It seems that I was always pushing her limits.  Abbey accepted her slavery with relish.  Needless to say, I was consumed with my desires for her.  I was obsessed with this woman.

       Over the years we experimented with various restraints and torments, some of which were down right painful tortures.  This only served to raise our libidos to a higher level.  We modified the way she dressed.  Her wardrobe was tasteful, but always revealing.  Short skirts for her great legs, blouses and dresses to show off her breasts was to be the order of the day.  We even got to the point that I would dress her in very high heel shoes, tie her wrists behind her back, and take her out in public wearing only a cape to hide her nakedness and bondage.  It was exciting.

       One evening, we had gone to a theater in the downtown area.  Abbey was awesome.  Her hair and make up were high style.  She was wearing black thigh high hose, held in position by the lace covered elastic tops on the hose.  Her feet were shod in black patent leather pumps with four inch heels.  Her wrists were locked behind her back with leather wrist cuffs.  A black satin cape covered her bondage and nakedness.  I had a hell of a time hiding my erection.

       During the show, I would slip my hand under the cape to tease and torment her cunt.  It was all she could do to maintain some semblance of decorum.  Several times she nearly had a climax.  The fact that she was helpless to prevent what was happening seemed to be the catalyst. 

       When the show was over, we walked out of the theater and headed down the street to our car.  As we walked, I had my arm around her, hugging her to me.  The top buttons on her cape were open, and I could look into her cape, seeing her tits.  I moved my hand down her back to her bound wrists.  Abbey smiled up at me as I fondled her restraints through her cape.  I put my arm around her waist, stopped and pulled her against me and kissed her.  Abbey returned my kiss with passion. 

       Just then, we were passing a rather seedy old hotel.  Quickly, I tightened my arm around Abbey’s waist.  I pulled her to me and kissed her, again. 

       “Lady, I just have to fuck you, here and now”, I whispered in her ear. 

       Abbey looked at me in surprise and replied, “Jim, not here, not in there.  They will know what we are going to do!”

       “Yeah, I know that.  I don’t care.  I hope they do!” 

       I tightened my hold on her, and turned us both towards the beat up door to the lobby entrance, taking us both into the hotel, and a room which rented by the hour. 

       The desk clerk was leering at Abbey.  She was blushing at his attention.  Since her wrists were locked behind her back, she could not close her cape to hide her exposed cleavage.  I wanted the cleavage exposed to show her off, so I did nothing to help her.  She was shifting on her high heel shod feet and was subconsciously squirming against her wrist cuffs.  In doing so, her cape opened more, and she nearly exposed her breasts.  The desk clerk was not missing a bit of this.  He had no idea that he was looking at a beautiful woman, who was naked and bound.  All he knew what the he was looking at one hot lady who was showing a lot of leg and partially exposed breasts.  Let this poor bastard eat his heart out!

       We went up to our room.  It was shabby, but relatively clean.  Quickly I undressed, and then removed Abbey’s cape.  I pulled her to me and kissed her as my rampant cock was pushing hard against her belly.  Abbey pushed her pelvis against me as she returned my kiss.

       “Slave”, I growled.  “Down stairs you were merciless.  You teased that poor bastard behind the desk.  I sure he could see your tits.  He is probably back in his office, right now, jacking off at what he saw.”

       “Jim, please, I couldn’t help myself”, she blushed and whimpered.  “You know my hands were locked behind me.”

       “That’s no excuse”, I said with a sardonic smile on my face.  “Slaves never have excuses.  You probably drove that poor man out of his mind.  You must be made to may for your crime.”

       “But…, but, Jim, I…uh.”

       “You have no excuse.  I should have taken you back into his office and removed your cape so he could see what kind of slave you are.”

       Abbey was surprised at my remark and started to answer me.  Before she could reply, I kissed her again, silencing her.  I broke the kiss and quickly sat down on the side of the bed, grasping her delightfully trim waist, and pulled her down across me lap.  My rigid cock was pressing against the warm silky skin of her belly.  Before she could utter a protest, I started to spank her delicious ass.  Abbey squirmed, but I held her fast.  In a matter of seconds, she was moaning, moaning far too loudly.  I stopped for a moment, to strip the pillowcase from one of the pillows on the bed.  Wrapping the pillow case around her face and mouth, I gagged Abbey.  The spanking continued.

       In a couple of minutes Abbey was sobbing into her gag as my spanking was making her ass a delightful hot pink.  I stopped for a moment and was stroking her ass, feeling the heat from her spanking.  I let my fingers move down to her cunt and found it to be hot and soaking in her juices.  Abbey moaned from behind her gag as she moved against my invading fingers, looking for satisfaction. I removed my fingers, and picking her up, I made her kneel in front of me.  I removed the gag from her tear covered face and kissed her again.

       “Slave, suck your Master’s cock.”

       With a whispered reply of “Yessir”, Abbey leaned forward and took my aching cock into her sweet hot mouth.  As she sucked me, her ruby lips circled its purple head and her sweet delicate pink tongue was lashing the heated tip of my cock.  It throbbed in her mouth, matching my heart beat.  Even after eleven years of marriage, the sight of my rigid cock in her beautiful sweet mouth was an amazingly exciting sight.

       I let her suck me for a few minutes.  When she was bringing me close to a cum, I picked her up and placed her on the bed.  On my order, she spread her pretty nylon covered legs.  Abbey was still wearing her high heel patent leather pumps.  She looked up at me, expectantly, with a look of love and lust on her face.  Her sweet breasts were raised up to me as her bound wrists and arms were pinned under her.

       I guess it was the idea that I had my wife, this beautiful bound sex slave wife, in this sleazy hotel where whores ply their trade, that I was so turned on.  Even the threat to expose her beautifully helpless body to the desk clerk was exciting.  I don’t know why I said it, but it was exciting.  With no further pause, I moved between her legs and pushed my rampant, well sucked cock between her thighs and proceeded to fuck her with abandon.  Abbey’s excitement matched mine.  She met my thrusts until we both were cumming together in a truly monumental climax.  For a very long time we both lay there trying to recover from our love making session.

       Finally I rolled over to lay beside her.  I reached over and put my arm around Abbey, pulling her to me.  She was on her side, with her breasts pressed against me.  She was gently kissing my cheek.

       Softly, almost timidly, Abbey asked, “Would you have really exposed me to the desk clerk?”

       I paused, and turned to her, kissing her and grasping her breast, “Yeah, I thought about it.  The thought of it was very exciting.  You are the most beautiful woman I have every known.  It would be “hot” to deliberately display you to someone…, of my choosing.  Let them see just how hot and beautiful you are.  Yeah…, that sounds like something I‘d like to do!”

       “Wow”, she replied softly.  “I never…thought about that.  To be…uh… tied…and made to expose my self, I…don’t know.  I never thought about it.”

       We both were quiet for a moment, and I said, “Well, sweet slave, the idea is very exciting.  I don’t know if it will come to pass, but, the thought is always there.  It just might happen.”

       Abbey was quiet.  She did not protest or question what I said.  As I lay there holding her, thinking about what this meant for us.  It added an exciting element to our life style.  Yes, Abbey was my long time sex slave, as well as my wife.  There was not much I could not do to her, or require her to do.  As I thought about it, I liked the idea of exposing Abbey to another man.  Even the thought of giving her to another man was exciting.  Let him enjoy her as I do.  If she were truly my sex slave, the I should be able to do this with her.  The possibilities were unlimited.

       We could hear a prostitute and her “John” talking as they walked down the hall outside our room.  In a few minutes, I dressed myself, and put Abbey’s cape around her, leaving her wrists bound behind her back.  It was time to go home.

       I pulled her against me and kissed her.  Abbey’s kiss was warm and passionate. 

       “I love you, Sweet Slave”, I said.

       “Oh, Jim, I love you too”, Abbey whispered.

       We left the room and walked down the stairs of the hotel, and past the front desk.  I had arranged her cape so casual observers could see the upper slopes of her breasts.  The desk clerk kept his silence, but the look of lust in his eyes as he watched Abbey walk by would have melted steel.  He liked what he saw.  Abbey was beautiful and I was proud of her.

       We walked out onto the street and down to the parking garage were our car was parked.  Several times we stopped a moment to kiss each other.  Once in the car, I opened her cape so I could have a clear view of her naked body as I drove home.  I placed my hand on her nylon covered leg, pulling the open so I could get at her pussy.  She sat back in the seat, laying her head back on the head rest.  As I rummaged through her sweet cunt, her magnificent breasts were rising an falling with her increasing breathing rate.   I am sure the parking attendant was privy to a glimpse of my beautiful wife’s physical charms.  Abbey moved closer to me, and turned her body to me so I could have a clearer view of her.

       Once we were home in our own bed, I just had to fuck her again.  This was the climax of a very exciting evening, with a future promise of expanding Abbey’s role as my sex slave.

TO BE CONTINUED…