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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Master Steve collars his wife Sherry and Master Ed collars Joni. The two women become obedient submissives. Then the two masters decide to broaden Sherry and Joni's horizons by teaching them to be submissive to their men in all things. How much should a poor wife have to take? How much does she want to take?
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: March 2007

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [278 KB]
Words: 62870
Reading time: 179-251 min.

As the flight from Puerto Rico prepared to land in the Twin Cities, Monika looked out the window at the skyline. Looking at the tall buildings, the snow that covered the ground and the trees without leaves, she compared it to the sunshine, beaches and lush vegetation of home. She knew that she was going to miss them. But having read up on Minnesota, she was aware that the snow and bleakness of winter would go away and be replaced with the incredible beauty of everything coming back to life in the spring. And spring was just around the corner.

She turned away from the window and noticed the two men seated in her row looking at her cleavage. She glanced down at her breasts and adjusted her low scooped, white knit top. Even though she was wearing a bra, she noticed that her prominent nipples were clearly visible in the material. She smoothed out the short pink skirt that barely covered the top third of her dark tanned thighs when sitting. She glanced at her traveling companions and gave them just a hint of a smile. She was sure they were more than happy that she was flying with them today. From what the other passengers were wearing, she knew she was not dressed for the cold that awaited them outside. But she was dressed as Master Steve had instructed her to dress. Since she wasn't wearing any panties, she was careful to make sure that her hands or a magazine were always in her lap during the flight. And according to Master Steve's instruction, she made sure that her pussy was in direct contact with the seat cushion. She smiled as she thought of how his control, even from a distance, excited her.

As the plane touched down, she drew in a deep breath. As the plane taxied to the gate, she thought about Master Steve, his submissive wife Sherry and Puerto Vallarta. She thought about how he had opened her eyes and her mind to her submissive nature during that vacation to Mexico. She thought about the intensity of the sex and how natural it felt to submit to him. It was that intensity, that sense of discovery and that need to explore more fully and more completely her submissive nature that brought her to the Twin Cities. It was that intensity, that discovery and that need that had made her agree to his proposition for him to be her master and for her to be his submissive 24/7, to live with him and his wife and to give up her life in Puerto Rico.

The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of activity as she made all of the arrangements to leave the island and travel to Minnesota. She had talked daily with Master Steve during that time. And every time he called, she felt the excitement of being under his control and became more and more convinced that she had made the right decision to move to Minnesota. Glancing at her breasts, she noticed that her nipples were now erect and even more prominent. Her heart skipped a beat as the cabin door was opened. Filled with anticipation and a little anxiety, she waited for her turn to exit the plane.

When it came, she carefully moved towards the aisle and tired not to expose herself. Then standing up, she reached into the overhead compartment and took out her carryon. When she did, she knew she was exposing plenty of her tanned and firm thighs to those waiting behind her. She blushed. But being so tanned, no one noticed. Besides she doubted if anyone was looking at her face anyway. She shivered as she walked into jet way and felt a blast of cold air. She was thankful that she had a sweater tucked away into her carryon. She hurried along and entered the warmth of the terminal. Once inside, she quickly made her way to the baggage claim area. She knew that Master Steve was waiting for her outside. Impatiently, she waited for her two suitcases to appear on the baggage turnstile as she located and put on her sweater.

Outside, Steve Anderson waited in the warm interior of his black 750 BMW. He had taken the afternoon off from work where he was vice president of marketing for the world's largest hearing aid manufacturing company. As he waited, he replayed the events of how he met Monika in Puerto Vallarta. He smiled as he thought about the first time he saw her in her in a tiny black bikini picking up sea shells from the beach. "What a body and what a great set of tits." He recalled her openness to meet him and his wife Sherry the next day for brunch. When she accepted, he knew he had read her right in being open minded and bisexual. His smile broadened and he felt a tingle between his legs as he recalled watching her with his wife the very first time and then finally sampling the goods himself. She was so responsive, so sensual, so sexy and so eager.

Partly, he had gone to Puerto Vallarta in the hope of finding a submissive woman to come and live with him and his wife. After their first sexual encounter, he knew he had found her. He spent the rest of the two weeks of his vacation helping Monika understand and appreciate her submissive nature in many ways. In doing so, he created a hunger inside of Monika for the intensity, the fulfillment and the great sex that being submissive to him could give her. He knew it was Monika's need for-no, the addiction to-that intensity and her need to explore more and more of her submissive nature that brought her to him today. He was looking forward to the new dimension of intensity, sensuality and raw sexual pleasure that she and her complete submission to him would bring to his life.

Steve thought of Sherry, his wife of seven years. He had met her at the University of Minnesota in his senior year where they were both pursuing degrees in business administration. He was quite taken by her Norwegian beauty and with her genuine submissive nature. Since he was dominant-very dominant, he knew she was the perfect match for him. He quickly fell in love with her. They entered into marriage knowing that their relationship would be one in which she was submissive, totally submissive, to him in all things. And she was. He was enjoying the openness of their marriage in which he was able to freely explore his special sexual needs and fantasies and in which he allowed her to do the same when it served his purposes. It was that openness that made it possible for him to invite Monika to come and live with them. He smiled knowing that she would soon be wearing his collar, the sign of his ownership, just like his wife. He was filled with anticipation over the prospect of collaring her and formalizing their relationship as master and submissive.

Using a luggage cart, Monika pushed her two large suitcases towards the ground transportation area where she knew Master Steve would be waiting for her. She felt a growing anticipation the closer she got to that area. She paused when she got to the automatic doors. She shivered slightly when the doors opened and she felt the cold air. She pulled her sweater a little tighter around herself before stepping outside as instructed. She glanced around and saw the black BMW. Her heart skipped a beat. She was so eager to see her master again. She waved before darting back inside to get the luggage cart.

Seeing her again, he was anxious to take possession of her. He smiled when she emerged a second time pushing the luggage cart. He would have helped her, but he thought it was more proper for her to come to him. After all, he was her master. He waited until she was almost to the BMW before getting out the car. "Hello, my pet."

She smiled broadly when she saw him. "Hi, Master." She stopped the cart near the car. She looked at him. "It's so good to see you."

"Same here." He motioned for her to move into his arms. "I have missed you."

"I've missed you, Master." She enjoyed the warmth of his body as he held her. She melted into his embrace. "Mmmm. I have missed you so much."

He kissed her. "Welcome to Minnesota. I bet you're chilled dressed the way are."

"I am, Master." She burled deeper into his arms.

"Go ahead and get in. I'll put your things in the trunk."

"Yes, Master." She quickly moved to the passenger side of the car and got in. She flinched a little when she sat down on the cold leather seat. She waited for him. She turned and smiled as he got behind the wheel.

"Did you have a good flight?"

"Yes, Master."

He glanced at her breasts and then at her legs. "You look great."

"Thank you, Sir."

He took her into his arms. He kissed her long. He touched her breast. "You feel great."

She quivered from his touch, a touch she had definitely missed and longed for since leaving him and Puerto Vallarta a few weeks ago. "I'm glad you think so, Master."

He looked at her. "Have you forgotten something?"

She gave him a puzzled look. What, Master?"

"You need to spread you knees when you are in my presence for starters."

She drew in a deep breath. She had no intentions of disappointing him right off the bat. "Sorry, Master." She quickly separated her knees. She felt that wonderful tingle that came from submitting to him.

"Better, my pet." He looked at her. He glanced at her long, tanned legs. He could almost see her pussy. "Are you wearing panties?"

"No, Sir. You didn't want me to."

"I know. And where was your naked pussy during the flight?"

"Resting against the seat cushion like you wanted, Master."

He raised his eyebrow. "Well."

She paused. "Sorry, Master." She quickly adjusted her skirt and made sure that her naked pussy was now pressed against the cold leather seat. She shuddered from the initial shock of the cold.

"It's just a reminder that I own you and your pussy."

"Yes, Master."

"Cold?"

"Yes, Master. I'm not used to this kind of cold."

"I know. I bet it's quite a shock for you and your pussy."

"It is, Master."

"I'll warm things up for you and me." He gave her a wicked smile as he turned on the heat for her seat.

"Thank you, Master." She put on her seatbelt when he put the BMW in gear. She continued to shiver from the cold permeating into the lips of her pussy.

"It'll get warm in just few moments," he said as he pulled out of his parking space.

"I hope so, Master."

He smiled. "You'll get use to the colder weather in time. It takes about a year to acclimate. But I do keep the house warm during the winter."

"Yes, Master." She watched as he navigated out of the airport to 494 West. "How far away to you live, Master."

"It depends on the traffic. It's about thirty to forty minutes from the airport."

"Okay, Master." She looked at the dirty snow along the freeway as he entered the system and merged with the traffic.

"Let me see your breasts," he said once he had maneuvered over to the fast lane.

"Right now, Master?" she asked.

"Yes. Right now."

"Yes, Master." She looked at the traffic to her right. Obviously nervous about exposing herself, she unbuttoned her sweater. She pushed it open and revealed her cleavage.

"Nice," he commented when he saw the tan skin outlined by her low cut, white knit top. "Show me."

"Yes, Master." She removed her breasts from the cups of her bra. She turned to face to him and thus prevent others from seeing too much.

"They are as nice as I remember."

"I'm glad you like them, Master."

"I do. Leave them out until we get to my house."

"Yes, Master."

He reached over and touched one. He cupped the breast and then he toyed with her nipple. "Yes, I've missed playing with these."

"So have I, Master," she honestly admitted. "Mmmm," she purred as he continued to toy with her rapidly becoming erect nipple.

"Is your pussy warming up?"

"It is, Master. Thank you."

"Sit back in your seat," he ordered.

"Yes, Master." She glanced out her window as they passed the car next to them. She wondered how much the driver could see when he glanced at her.

"Open the glove box." When she did, he ordered, "Take out the dildo."

"Yes, Master." She removed the thick, flexible and cold latex dildo.

"Suck it."

Her eyes widened and she looked at him.

He read the question in her eyes. "Yes, suck it now."

"Yes, Master." Embarrassed, she started to suck on the dildo. She kept her eyes focused on the road in front of them.

"I do expect immediate obedience to my demands," he told her. He pinched her nipple to drive home is point. "Understand?"

She nodded that she did.

"Good." He let her suck the dildo for the next mile. "I like how that looks and so does the guy next to us," he said just to fuck with her mind.

Monika felt herself flush. There was no way she was going to look to her right.

"Put it in your pussy."

Thankfully, she removed it from her mouth. Pulling her skirt up and spreading her legs wider, she placed the tip of the dildo against her slit. She shivered.

"Cold?" he asked as he glanced at her exposed pussy. He noticed her thick black hair. He still hadn't decided if he would have her shave it or not.

"Yes, Master. It's very cold."

"I like contrasts-hot and cold, pain and pleasure. Put it in."

"Yes, Master." She slowly pushed the cold dildo into her warm pussy. "Mmmm," she moaned in reaction to both the coldness of the dildo and the pleasant sensation of having a thick one moving deeper and deeper into her pussy. She felt her heart beating faster and an erotic sensation deep within her being from being submissive to him. She loved that sensation as was evidence by her coming to Minnesota to live with him. "It's all the way in, Master," she breathed.

He glanced down and smiled over her obedience. "So it is. I want you to slowly work it in and out of your pussy and slowly bring yourself to a climax."

"Yes, Master." She began to move the dildo back and forth.

"You will need permission to cum."

"I know, Master."

"Enjoy, my pet."

"I am, Master." She wasn't surprised over how wet she had become. She always did when he took control of her. "Mmmmmm," she purred as the cold dildo moved in and out of her pussy.

He smiled. He also found it hard to keep his eyes on the road. He enjoyed her moans of pleasure. Out of the corner on his eyes, he watched as she pleasured herself. Then he glanced and noted her hard nipples. He touched her breast again and toyed with the nipple as he kept his eyes focused on the road.

"Oh, Master," she purred. She jutted her chest out slightly. "Yes," she breathed when he pinched her nipple and twisted it slightly. "I've missed your touch so much." Her voice gave evidence of her growing arousal.

"Phone sex does lack human touch."

"For sure, Master. Ohhhh," she purred as he continued to play with her breast. She was no longer aware of the cars that they were passing. She was fully focused on her master and serving him. She looked at him with soft, submissive eyes. She lightly massaged her clit with her free hand. "Oh, yeah."

"Does my slut need to cum?"

"I'm getting very close, Master," she shared.

"I can tell." He felt his cock stirring over her obedience and her special scent that now filled the cabin of the BMW. He tweaked her nipple.

"Oh, Master, can I cum?"

He waited a few moments to answer as he drove home his control. He glanced at her and saw her submission. "Cum for me."

"Yes, Master." She closed her eyes and obeyed. "Yes. Yes. God, yes!" she exclaimed. Her whole body convulsed in obedience as he pinched her nipple. "Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned as her pussy clamped down around the phallic instrument of pleasure that was still moving in and out of her wet hole.

Releasing her nipple, he waited until she settled back into the seat. "Very good, my pet. You do please me."

"I'm glad, Master."

"Take it out,"

"Yes, Master." She quivered as the dildo came free from her pussy. "Wow," she breathed.

"Clean it off and put it back in the glove box."

"Yes, Master." Taking the dildo into her mouth, she cleaned her juices from the tip. "Mmmm." Then licking the entire shaft, she removed the rest of her juices before placing it back in the glove box.

"We get off at the next turn off. You can make yourself presentable. We'll be home shortly."

"Yes, Master." She positioned her breasts back into her bra and pulled her top back in place. Hearing the word home, she thought about the home she had left in Puerto Rico and all that she had given up to come to Minnesota to be with her master. Even though she knew she would miss the island, she had no regrets. She wondered what her new home looked like as she smoothed out her skirt. She enjoyed the warmth of the leather seat in contrast to the cold outside. She pulled her sweater around herself. With anticipation, she waited to discover where she would now call home.