Prologue

 

 

 

Hunger Revealed - The Beginning

No one would have guessed it. Certainly not anyone who knew her well. Her husband didn't have a clue. But it was there all along. Even Aunica didn't know how fully the hunger existed within her. It took the right combination of events to expose it, and the right combination of people to let it flower.

In the beginning, not even Master Wally knew. In fact, he wasn't even aware that he was inclined to enjoy dominance and submission. To him the terms were vague and misunderstood. But he learned as well.

They met over the telephone lines on their computers. And the very first time they spoke they both knew they would never be the same again. It all happened that quickly. It was exactly like the meeting of eyes that takes place between two people, except in this instance it was the meeting of lines of type.

As the relationship developed it became obvious that they were special people to each other. The longer they talked the more obvious it became. As their fun turned to shared fantasies and the shared fantasies turned to deep passion and need it was clear how deep the need and the ability to meet that need ran. It became an over-powering passion that eclipsed everything else in their lives.

There were other reasons, of course, besides the passion that they shared with each other which drew them together. They had both made bad choices in partners in the past, and resolving those issues was also a priority. But it had to be done. It would have had to have been done regardless, even if they had never met.

They learned something about their mutual desire for the inclusion of dominance and submission in their relationship while communicating via computer, but it was on the phone that it really came alive for them. It wasn't easy for them to talk on the phone.

For a long time she continued to remain in her previous marriage, and would call him at night, late, after her husband had fallen asleep on the couch. They would talk for hours and she would whisper the "yes" answers that he made her give to the dirty questions he asked her, and she would come and come and come. There were times when she would stay home from work in order to talk to him, and they would spend nearly the whole day on the phone... much of it with him weaving D&S fantasies for her while they both masturbated.

Finally the hard decisions that had to be made were made, and they were able to be together for good. They continued to live apart for some time, neither wanting to make another mistake. But after her move from New York to his small town in Virginia, they were never apart for long. And when they were it was only in body, never in spirit.

Their first sex together was nothing at all like the sex they had shared over the year and a half before they finally met. The beauty of finally being together and the love that they had come to feel for each other guided that time together. It was tender and uncomplicated, warm and special, the kind of love-making that one reads about in romance novels and wonders about really existing. It does.

Aunica had known for many months that she would be enrolled in something he called the Wife-Slut Course once she gave herself to him. And it wasn't long before her instruction began in earnest. He had explained the course as a life-long course of study in which she would learn to know herself completely. She would learn that there were many, many things which excited her sexually. She would learn that there were many, many things which she wanted and needed to fantasize about and do which she had never allowed herself the freedom to even think about in the past. She would learn that he would give her the freedom that she had been unable to give herself, and that he would train her mentally and physically to be his slave-slut in every meaning of the words.

During the months that he had lived alone in anticipation of her coming to be with him, Master Wally had applied himself studiously to developing the MASTER within him. Some of his development came through reading about the experiences of others. Some of it came from close observation of those who were either masters or slaves.

Most of it came from examining himself honestly and openly and discovering that it was making Aunica FLY like a butterfly sexually that excited him more than anything else in the world.

They both understood intellectually that the roles actually crossed when they were being MASTER and slave to each other. When he was dominating her, he was doing it to allow her the freedom to do those things which excited her most, bringing her to a zenith of sexual passion and fulfillment. When she was being submissive to him, she was in many ways using him, making him do things to her and with her that she wanted; having the power to make him because of the need that she knew he had to be dominant with her.

So, she threw herself into her course of study eagerly. No matter what he required of her, she did it. She read the books, looked at the pictures, watched the movies, learned the secret hand signals and voice codes, wore what he said to wear, masturbated when and how he told her to, fucked and sucked whenever and whomever he said. She had thought in the beginning that surely she would become accomplished at being his slave-slut rather quickly, and that the course would not last very long. But the more she submitted to him and the more involved she became in the course, the more she realized that it would continue until they chose for it to end. She hoped that day would never come.

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Aunica Goes For a Ride

 

 

It was one of those lovely May days when the temperature, flowers, and the sound of the birds made anyone with the least bit of sensitivity overwhelmingly aware that spring had indeed arrived. I had been at work for only an hour when Aunica called and asked if I could come home. It was not unusual for her to make such a request; we had an understanding about that. I allowed her to call me anytime she wanted to and to ask for me to come home whenever she needed sex. Sometimes I just made her hotter and made her masturbate herself, but other times I went home and either watched her bring herself to an orgasm or used her in some way until she came at least once before I returned to work.

We had only been married for a little less than a year, but Aunica had been my slave long before we married. We had met on a computer service that was somewhat sex oriented, and had gradually become aware that we enjoyed and needed dominance and submission in our sexual relationship. This had continued over the telephone and later on when we dated, but it had really begun to flower once we were married.

I had taken my time in training Aunica and she had responded beautifully. She had gradually been exposed to more and more of the realm of the slave until almost without realizing it she had turned into a hungry slave slut who could never seem to get enough of her MASTER.

She had long ago learned that it not only pleased me for her to masturbate often, but that I expected and demanded it of her. Often I would tell her what to think about while she fingered her little clit or shoved things up her hungry slut fuck hole, but there were other times when I simply told her to go masturbate and think about anything or anyone that she wanted to think about. Most of the time when I was around to watch I would make her come back into the room that I was in when she was ready to come and finish while she stood or knelt in front of me, but other times when she came in the room to ask for my permission to come I would just send her back to the bedroom and listen with a smile on my face at the moans and gasps as she brought herself to a climax.

What really surprised me about her calling so early on this spring morning was that I had allowed her to come before I left for work, and it had seemed to me to be an unusually strong orgasm for her. There was nothing at all unusual about her waking up horny, she had been doing that for months now, ever since I started inserting the dildo in her ass at night before allowing her to sleep. There was something about waking up in the morning and realizing that she had slept all night with that dildo in her ass that made her really hot to fuck. Some mornings if I awoke before her I would wake her by rubbing my balls against her lips as I knelt over her, but usually I would awake to find her hungry little mouth working on my cock, balls or asshole. Aunica is an extremely oral little slut who really loves cocksucking and the taste of warm cum, but it's almost as if she loves balls and assholes just as much as cocks. One time just as a test of my control and her submissiveness I told her to lick my asshole without touching my cock until I told her to stop and over an hour passed before I finally let her take my cock in her mouth and finish me. Even then she seemed reluctant to leave my ass.

But this morning when I awoke I found her laying beside me on her stomach humping her hand. I slid my hand under her warm little belly and let my fingers join hers at her sloppy wet cunt, sliding two of mine in alongside the two she already had up inside her little fuck hole. She fucked those four fingers as if they were the best cock she had ever had, her tight ass rising and falling deliciously with each thrust of her hips. She still had the dildo in her ass, of course, she knew full well that only I could remove the dildo from her ass in the mornings, and when she was ready to come she reached back with her other hand and began fucking the dildo in and out of her hot asshole.

She turned her head to me as she hunched and bumped and humped her slut holes against the firm intruders inside them and said "I live to fuck, MASTER, I'm a dirty little tramp slave slut who wants only to please her MASTER!! Please, please MASTER, may your dirty slave slut whore show you what a hungry little piece she is and come all over her hand?"

Turning my head to look into her eyes and smiling wickedly, I began spanking her churning ass cheeks and replied, "Yes, my trembling and submissive little slave you may come for your MASTER now!"

Her hips raised higher and higher with each thrust as she continued to impale her hungry holes on the fingers and dildo inside her body, until at the height of her orgasm she was like a wild and wanton animal lewdly slamming her holes full of hard probes and grunting over and over again as she came. Finally her moans stopped and she collapsed on the bed breathless and panting.

Now, not much over two hours since coming so violently, here she was on the phone wanting me to come home and fuck her. I decided that perhaps this was a good day to explore some new territory with my slave and told her that I would be home shortly. I also told her to dress herself in the white dress that I had bought for her the previous week and to wear under it her white garter belt outfit and tan stockings. I also told her to not wear the bra that came with the set, only the garter belt and the little shiny white panties. It was a lovely dress, a very light material that was actually rather easy to see through. Normally a woman would not wear that dress without a slip under it, especially if she was wearing a garter belt, but we both knew when I bought it that there would not be many times when Aunica would wear it with a slip, no matter where we were going or who would see her. She knew without my telling her to wear the ankle bracelet on which I had had the word slut engraved as well as the 4 inch high heels that matched the dress.

Much to my delight when I arrived home I found her dressed and sitting on the couch in the living room watching an x-rated movie on the vcr her fingers busy inside her little white panties. I kissed her on the cheek and played with her nipples through the thin material until she was almost ready to come and then made her stop, turning off the VCR and informing her that we were going for a ride. She was never very happy when I made her stop before she could come, but she knew that she would come many times before the day was over and of course she knew that she would be punished if she complained about my making her stop. So with a loud sigh she lowered her dress and followed me out to the car.