EXTRACT FOR
Blind Leading The Blind
(David Weaver)

George arrived at the house shortly before 6 that night.  He thought it unusual that the house was almost all dark.  There seemed to be a line of candles leading from the door into the house.  He smiled, thinking that Charlene had prepared something romantic for him again.  He just hoped that she was not going to try the oral sex thing so soon after the last failure.  He hung up his coat, setting his case on the floor and followed the candles.

The trail led to the bedroom door, which was closed with an envelope taped to it.  On the envelope was just his name.  Opening it, he took out a letter and read it by the light of a candle.

"Dearest George, In this room is your new slave girl, Cherry.  She is yours for the rest of the night, until we wake for the morning.  She will do ANYTHING you demand of her, and she expects to be punished with spanking if she fails to follow your orders instantly or imperfectly.  Please use her for your pleasure in any way you wish, including anything I, your wife, am unable or unwilling to do for you.  Let me know how well she serves you in the morning."

George stared at the letter for five minutes, coming to grips with what she had written.  "What is Charlene up to?  Is this about the oral sex?  Does she really want me to spank her?  What brought all this on?  This is really frightening."

He opened the door.  Charlene knelt in the middle of the floor, wearing only a sheer bra and panties.  She was in a circle of candles, the only light in the room.  her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply.  The side of the circle facing the door was free of candles, giving him access to her.  He could see light reflecting off of moisture between her legs, which were spread wide at the knees.  He walked up to her, hearing her breath catch, seeing a tear run down her cheek.  He crouched down before her.

"Charlene, we need to talk."

She gulped, but said nothing.

"Charlene, talk to my.  Why?"

Another tear rolled down the other cheek.  "Sir, Charlene is not here.  I hope that I, Cherry, can please you in some way."

He thought to himself, "She has really gotten into this.  She is determined to be my little slave girl tonight."  Out loud, he said, "Cherry.  I must speak to Charlene.  If you cannot get her, I shall be disappointed."

He voice caught as she spoke.  "Please George, don't reject this."

"Charlene, you don't have to do this."

"No, I do.  Not for you, I know you would never ask this.  But I need to for me.  I can't make myself.  But you can."

"I can't force you against your will, it would be rape."

"Not against my will, but with my will.  George, I want to do this for you, the oral.  But I can't make myself.  Please, honey, make me do what I want to do."  Her tears were flowing freely, Charlene on the verge of losing control.

"Even the spanking?"

"Even that."

"What if you change your mind in an hour?"

"I won't.  I can't.  Cherry is yours until morning, no matter what she wants."

George sighed.  He was beginning to see just how important this was to her.  She had sacrificed a lot because she loved him.  Now she was giving up her freedom of choice, in a round about way.  He could do no less for her.  She said she needed to be his slave tonight, to be forced into doing what she desired to do, but dreaded for some reason.  He would give her this.

"Okay.  But you make sure Cherry understands that, as a slave, I expect her to be better in bed than a free woman, or she will feel my hand against her ass, and not in a pleasant way."

Charlene took a deep breath, her eyes clearing and responded, "Sir, I understand.  I am but a slave and am expected to be perfectly pleasing in all things.  What do you wish of me?"

"Cherry, you are horribly overdressed.  I expect my slaves to wear nothing that I have not given them.  Strip!"

"Yes Sir."  Charlene removed her bra and panties, kneeling again totally naked before her husband/master.  Her pussy was glistening, damp with her natural lubricant.

"Cherry, I wish to eat.  Fix dinner.  I'll be in the living room.  If the meal is not perfect, you will be spanked.  Oh, and Cherry, I am Master, not sir."