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03/08/2024
I have a story I want to tell of how my master loaned me out to another master. The focus of my story is the day I was under complete command from someone an ocean away, but I feel in order to give a backdrop I should tell a bit of myself and how this came about.
Firstly, I am a mother and wife in my 40’s and I have considered myself submissive throughout my lifetime. I have always believed that my husband was my leader and even as a child tended to prefer following to leading. Though I enjoy submission, I know I definitely have my own ideas as to what’s acceptable for my husband to command and what’s off limits. But I’ve realized if I have limits then I’m not truly a submissive. So I’ve been trying to work on doing things that maybe aren’t so comfortable for me. I try not to fight him. This has been a progression over our two decade long marriage.
At first, he challenged my lines of so-called modesty. Like the time we went to a fitness club and I was in close proximity to men in the sauna and hot tub while in a skimpy bikini. For a lot of woman that would be common, but for me, I had never done something like that before. I had to learn to trust my husband as he gained mastery over my fears.
Then a couple of times, he took me to nudist resorts where I spent the whole weekend naked. I was nervous but found I loved it. I began to understand that obedience to him, though at times difficult, had its rewards. I was challenged beyond what I would have done, if left to my own comfort zones.
He encouraged me to have more fantasies. I realized I favored the ones where I was a slave to a king or prince or some other such powerful man. My submissive nature was coming out and it was something I loved to think about.
I have a lot of health problems. During one of the times that I was bedridden I began to research different things to be of help. I came across some information that said orgasms were beneficial for hormones and healing. When I shared this information with my husband he asked me to begin getting them daily. It seemed to help and so I have continued the practice more as an exercise. And though enjoyable, I often don’t put a lot of thought or fantasy into it.
Then he encouraged me to enjoy an email relationship with a male friend who I find highly attractive. My husband enjoyed my new-found sexual outlet that came about through this friend, yet how my submissive nature was still at the forefront as he maintained access to all communication. It’s been fun to be allowed freedom to enjoy this friend who is so different from my husband and yet in some ways so much alike by virtue of being male.
As I learned more, I came to believe that I was literally possessed by my husband. I am sexually charged by this belief. Instead of making me feel worthless or used, it actually makes me feel loved and treasured. Instead of ruining our sex life, it enhances it.
More recently, I began watching videos along the lines of a woman under a master and being punished. When I watch, I fantasize that the woman has done something wrong or rebellious and is being put in her place. I never like watching anything that makes it appear the man is harming her or even punishing her without cause. I don’t think he should enjoy the pain he causes her. But being kept within bounds and the idea of masters and slaves is definitely a turn on to me.
Because of these thoughts and fantasies, I told my friend what I was thinking. He asked if I thought I could be under two masters. I thought of it for a time, and fantasized about it. One morning I told my husband about this fantasy but how I didn’t think it was possible to actually serve two masters. Then a different possibility came to my mind. What if my master loaned me out to another man who could, for a time, become my master? We fantasized about this during our sex that morning. I later told my friend, who I can talk to about anything and everything, about this fantasy while I also answered his question about serving two masters. I told him I could dream about it but that I had come to like fantasies that were more realistic in nature. He replied that he’d come to the same conclusion over the past few years of our friendship.
Then he surprised me by asking if I thought my husband would allow him to be my master for the day. I presented this to my husband and he agreed but said that he would be in contact with my friend himself. I don’t know what my husband wrote, because my husband deleted that email but he arranged things and told me I was to be loaned out the following Wednesday. The fact that he didn’t want me knowing what exactly he had said to my friend turned me on. Not knowing exactly what he had written made me feel very much under his authority. I knew that he was in complete charge.
Wednesday dawned and I was told from my new master what to do. I still had my household duties to attend to but he gave a list of very specific things to do. Firstly, my nails were to be painted with the darkest color I owned, which ended up being a dark barn red. I was told precisely what to pick out to wear; short shorts and a traditional t-shirt, Then I was to video myself taking a shower without giving myself any sexual pleasure. I obeyed yet deliberately shaved my private parts, spreading my lips to carefully shave them, so that I could touch myself yet without disobeying my orders. I felt it gave my Master a good show. My Master told me to pull my hair into a ponytail and put my makeup on while videoing each activity. I was told no matter how much I was turned on, I could only have one orgasm that day until I was turned over to my true Master, my husband, at which time I could have as many as I liked.
Throughout the day I had short emails giving orders. Like I was to walk to the willows and take specific shots of my breasts with my shirt pulled up and then my pussy with my pants pulled to my knees. I was to send them back to my Master. As I worked about through my day, doing my normal daily activities as well as keeping up with orders, I was very cognizant of the fact that I wasn’t under my regular Master. My bright red nails almost seemed out of place as worked in the garden, pulling weeds. But I liked it very much as it made me aware of my loaned out position. My husband has never requested that I paint my nails or put emphasis on my hands in any way. My hair felt different being pulled up all day because, though I do on occasion pull it up, I often wear it down as that is my husband’s preferred style.
The last command of the day was to write the word ‘Master’ followed by my friend's name upon my inner thigh with a pen and send him a picture. I had done well holding off my building erotic feelings until this point. But it was too much for me and as I began to take photographs of myself with my phone the pressure began to build. As the pleasure increased, I was suddenly turned on by the thought of videoing this one orgasm I was allowed, for my friend. I placed my phone on a pillow by my thigh, so that in the video he could easily see his name and I took my fingers and continued to rub my pussy. I came hard. Though he hadn’t ask for me to do such a thing, I found it exciting to send it and the perfect ending to a wonderful day.
The experience has confirmed my suspicions that, though it isn’t possible to serve two masters, being under one master at a time, is quite doable. I learned even more how to submit my will to another by whom I hadn’t been trained. And though he couldn’t ask anything beyond what my husband would allow, I found it was pleasurable to come under the will of another man for the sake of his sexual gratification.
Firstly, I am a mother and wife in my 40’s and I have considered myself submissive throughout my lifetime. I have always believed that my husband was my leader and even as a child tended to prefer following to leading. Though I enjoy submission, I know I definitely have my own ideas as to what’s acceptable for my husband to command and what’s off limits. But I’ve realized if I have limits then I’m not truly a submissive. So I’ve been trying to work on doing things that maybe aren’t so comfortable for me. I try not to fight him. This has been a progression over our two decade long marriage.
At first, he challenged my lines of so-called modesty. Like the time we went to a fitness club and I was in close proximity to men in the sauna and hot tub while in a skimpy bikini. For a lot of woman that would be common, but for me, I had never done something like that before. I had to learn to trust my husband as he gained mastery over my fears.
Then a couple of times, he took me to nudist resorts where I spent the whole weekend naked. I was nervous but found I loved it. I began to understand that obedience to him, though at times difficult, had its rewards. I was challenged beyond what I would have done, if left to my own comfort zones.
He encouraged me to have more fantasies. I realized I favored the ones where I was a slave to a king or prince or some other such powerful man. My submissive nature was coming out and it was something I loved to think about.
I have a lot of health problems. During one of the times that I was bedridden I began to research different things to be of help. I came across some information that said orgasms were beneficial for hormones and healing. When I shared this information with my husband he asked me to begin getting them daily. It seemed to help and so I have continued the practice more as an exercise. And though enjoyable, I often don’t put a lot of thought or fantasy into it.
Then he encouraged me to enjoy an email relationship with a male friend who I find highly attractive. My husband enjoyed my new-found sexual outlet that came about through this friend, yet how my submissive nature was still at the forefront as he maintained access to all communication. It’s been fun to be allowed freedom to enjoy this friend who is so different from my husband and yet in some ways so much alike by virtue of being male.
As I learned more, I came to believe that I was literally possessed by my husband. I am sexually charged by this belief. Instead of making me feel worthless or used, it actually makes me feel loved and treasured. Instead of ruining our sex life, it enhances it.
More recently, I began watching videos along the lines of a woman under a master and being punished. When I watch, I fantasize that the woman has done something wrong or rebellious and is being put in her place. I never like watching anything that makes it appear the man is harming her or even punishing her without cause. I don’t think he should enjoy the pain he causes her. But being kept within bounds and the idea of masters and slaves is definitely a turn on to me.
Because of these thoughts and fantasies, I told my friend what I was thinking. He asked if I thought I could be under two masters. I thought of it for a time, and fantasized about it. One morning I told my husband about this fantasy but how I didn’t think it was possible to actually serve two masters. Then a different possibility came to my mind. What if my master loaned me out to another man who could, for a time, become my master? We fantasized about this during our sex that morning. I later told my friend, who I can talk to about anything and everything, about this fantasy while I also answered his question about serving two masters. I told him I could dream about it but that I had come to like fantasies that were more realistic in nature. He replied that he’d come to the same conclusion over the past few years of our friendship.
Then he surprised me by asking if I thought my husband would allow him to be my master for the day. I presented this to my husband and he agreed but said that he would be in contact with my friend himself. I don’t know what my husband wrote, because my husband deleted that email but he arranged things and told me I was to be loaned out the following Wednesday. The fact that he didn’t want me knowing what exactly he had said to my friend turned me on. Not knowing exactly what he had written made me feel very much under his authority. I knew that he was in complete charge.
Wednesday dawned and I was told from my new master what to do. I still had my household duties to attend to but he gave a list of very specific things to do. Firstly, my nails were to be painted with the darkest color I owned, which ended up being a dark barn red. I was told precisely what to pick out to wear; short shorts and a traditional t-shirt, Then I was to video myself taking a shower without giving myself any sexual pleasure. I obeyed yet deliberately shaved my private parts, spreading my lips to carefully shave them, so that I could touch myself yet without disobeying my orders. I felt it gave my Master a good show. My Master told me to pull my hair into a ponytail and put my makeup on while videoing each activity. I was told no matter how much I was turned on, I could only have one orgasm that day until I was turned over to my true Master, my husband, at which time I could have as many as I liked.
Throughout the day I had short emails giving orders. Like I was to walk to the willows and take specific shots of my breasts with my shirt pulled up and then my pussy with my pants pulled to my knees. I was to send them back to my Master. As I worked about through my day, doing my normal daily activities as well as keeping up with orders, I was very cognizant of the fact that I wasn’t under my regular Master. My bright red nails almost seemed out of place as worked in the garden, pulling weeds. But I liked it very much as it made me aware of my loaned out position. My husband has never requested that I paint my nails or put emphasis on my hands in any way. My hair felt different being pulled up all day because, though I do on occasion pull it up, I often wear it down as that is my husband’s preferred style.
The last command of the day was to write the word ‘Master’ followed by my friend's name upon my inner thigh with a pen and send him a picture. I had done well holding off my building erotic feelings until this point. But it was too much for me and as I began to take photographs of myself with my phone the pressure began to build. As the pleasure increased, I was suddenly turned on by the thought of videoing this one orgasm I was allowed, for my friend. I placed my phone on a pillow by my thigh, so that in the video he could easily see his name and I took my fingers and continued to rub my pussy. I came hard. Though he hadn’t ask for me to do such a thing, I found it exciting to send it and the perfect ending to a wonderful day.
The experience has confirmed my suspicions that, though it isn’t possible to serve two masters, being under one master at a time, is quite doable. I learned even more how to submit my will to another by whom I hadn’t been trained. And though he couldn’t ask anything beyond what my husband would allow, I found it was pleasurable to come under the will of another man for the sake of his sexual gratification.
Poster:
Submissive Anna
