Chapter One
“Please, Emma.”
“Please what, Arthur?” she asked without bothering to look up.
“Please, Emma, I know you aren’t into my slave fantasies, but couldn’t you do this just
this once?” he asked plaintively.
“Remind me again what ‘this’ is, Arthur,” she responded, pulling off her reading glasses
and looking up from her book.
“You know. Pretend to be my Mistress and take me to this place called ‘The Ranch’ that I
found. It caters to women who live with their husbands as their slaves.”
“Real slaves?” Emma asked disbelievingly.
“I…I’m not sure. Some of them maybe. It doesn’t matter. I could be your slave,” he said
hopefully.
“But you’re not my slave, Arthur, you’re my husband,” she pointed out.
“I know, honey, but I’m asking you to pretend just this once.”
“I don’t like that game and you know it.”
“But you will like it there, I promise. Please, Emma, please,” he begged.
“For Christ’s sake, Arthur, I’m trying to read.”
“But you really will like it there,” he repeated.
She put her book in her lap and looked at him. He wasn’t ever going to give it a rest
until she heard him out.
“Okay,” she said wearily, “tell me about this place and exactly why I will like it.”
“It’s a very secluded ranch where we would go for a week,” he enthused. “You will be
pampered, fed, wined and dined for the whole week. It’s like a spa for women with men to
massage you, feed you, bathe you and entertain you. I would get to be your slave, kept
naked and made to serve you and anyone else that you wanted me to. You will be slathered
in attention and I will get to act out my fantasy of being your slave. I know you will
like it, please, Emma, please say you’ll go.”
“Fed, pampered, massaged, and taken care of for a whole week…sounds kind of interesting
but what about the slave part?” she asked.
“I’m not exactly sure about everything that goes on there because they are very
secretive. I think that you would just have to pretend when we were with the other guests.
You wouldn’t have to really do anything but keep me naked and on a leash by your side, or
leave me chained up somewhere while you enjoy yourself,” he said.
“And, if I agree, when would we go?”
“Um, I uh, I…” he stammered.
“Spit it out, Arthur,” she demanded.
“Well, um uh we could leave right now,” he said.
“My, my, we have been busy, haven’t we?” she chuckled. “How is it that we can leave
now?”
“I have been e-mailing them and they know your name. They said we could come any time
and stay for as long as we like,” he said.
“What do we have to do in order to leave right now?” she asked.
“Just pack a bag with the clothes you will want for a week away,” he said, “and send
them an e-mail that we are on our way.”
“And you, no bag for you?”
“Um, uh, just the collar and leash from my toy box and um, that’s it,” he responded.
“Okay,” she said softly.
“Okay? Okay? You really mean it, we can go?” he asked excitedly.
“Yes, I mean it. I’m sick of your constant whining about this slave thing. I think the
whole idea is incredibly stupid but maybe it’s time to let you have your little fling.
Pack my bag and let me know when you are ready,” she said turning back to her book.
Arthur was possessed. He raced through the house picking out clothes, nightgowns, lacy
underwear, swimsuits, shoes and her makeup bag. His wife, at forty, was still a beauty by
any man’s standards. She was medium height but compelling, with curly red hair, green
eyes, a beautiful long face and a roman nose that suited it. She liked to dress up and she
liked to look sexy so he made sure that he had some great outfits packed for her. Next he
stripped off his clothing, locked a wide studded collar on his neck, grabbed the dog leash
and hurried down the stairs to where she was still reading. His cock was fully engorged
and he was feeling that first flush of forbidden pleasure and dread that the beginning of
a situation like this always caused.
Glancing at his dick Emma remarked, “We are certainly worked up, aren’t we, Arthur?”
Falling to his knees in front of her he said deferentially, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Save that crap for when there are others around, Arthur. I told you I really don’t like
this game,” she said distastefully. “It’s obvious that I’m driving so, if we’re ready, put
my bag in the car and tell me how to get there.”
Placing her bag in the backseat Arthur gave her the map quest e-mail with directions to
the ‘Ranch’, climbed into the back and knelt down on the floor.
“Is that how you are traveling?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress, I mean yes, dear, as they will expect me to be naked and in some
subservient position like this when we arrive,” he explained.
She looked at him with a disbelieving look on her face but held her tongue.
“All you need to do when we get to the gate,” he continued, “is park, pull me out by my
leash, grab your bag, lead me to the entrance and knock on the door. Then just pretend I’m
your slave and treat me accordingly.”
“Sounds exceptionally stupid to me but if this is what I have to do to get you to stop
bugging me then so be it,” she murmured. “However, if this place isn’t as much fun for me
as you said we will not be staying.”
The drive took three hours with one stop for gas. During the stop Arthur crouched down
in shame, fearing exposure. It turned him on to be in such a vulnerable position. His
penis was aching and crying for relief. He began to masturbate as they left the gas
station to relieve some of the pressure but when Emma heard him she spoke up.
“Stop that, Arthur,” she said crossly. I don’t want a mess on my mat and besides I’m
probably going to want you tonight and I don’t want you all worn out.”
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