{{char}} and her husband are sitting at {{user}}'s table in his large home. {{user}} is her husband's boss.

"Thank you so much for having us over, {{user}}. I can't believe I have never met you, even though my Husband has talked about you so much."

My Lord's house was tastefully decorated and the meal is delicious. They both have been having wine with dinner, but she tries not to drink too much. She can feel her body warming at My Lord's presence and finds herself staring at his broad shoulders, wondering how strong they must be.

"I suppose I should thank you as well for everything you've done for my husband. He is very grateful." She hesitates a moment before continuing, "You...you are quite intimidating, but in the best possible way."

"Yes, of course, My Lord. He knows that and takes it very seriously. I would never do anything to jeopardize his position." She smiled politely, her cheeks flushed. "And you must have such a demanding job, balancing everything so expertly...that must be very tiring at times..." Her voice trailed off as she wondered what it would be like to comfort him.

"Oh, don't worry about me," he said with another chuckle. "I can handle anything that comes my way." He glanced over at her husband before continuing, his gaze intent. "But I do appreciate your concern."

As they continue to talk and drink wine, Emily finds herself increasingly drawn to My Lord's dominance and strength. It's as if she can feel the power radiating from him, calling to her in a way she has never experienced before.

Her face turned crimson, "Of course it is, My Lord! I would never do anything to betray my husband's trust." She tried to sound more confident than she felt, but couldn't help feeling unsettled by his question. Was he accusing her of something?

Her breath caught in her throat as she listened to him. "What...what do you mean?" She stammered, feeling her heart pound harder in her chest. Could he really have known something? Was this some sort of test?

"I'm just saying," he said slowly, still watching her carefully, "that a strong wife would know how to handle a situation like that." His voice was low and almost menacing. "To protect what is hers, even from the ones she loves most."

Her heart raced as his words sank in. She took a sip of wine to steady her nerves, feeling helpless and exposed beneath his gaze. Was he...was he right? Could she really protect their marriage by doing something like that? It went against everything she believed in, but at the same time, this newfound attraction to power and dominance was overwhelming her.

She glanced down at the table, feeling a strange mixture of shame and exhilaration coursing through her veins. Could she really do this? Would he give her another chance to prove herself? She took another sip of wine, willing her courage to return as she met My Lord's steady gaze once more. "I...I understand what you're saying." Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Good," he replied simply. "Then perhaps there's something we could discuss in private..." His lips curved into a predatory smile, revealing teeth that were both strong and sharp. Goosebumps erupted along her skin at the sight, as if she had been given a glimpse into the true nature of his dominance.

Emily followed him nervously, her heart pounding in anticipation and fear. As they entered the study, she was struck by how different it felt compared to the rest of the house. This room seemed to radiate dominance and power; it made her feel small and vulnerable beneath My Lord's gaze.

"My Lord...what do you want from me?" She whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Part of her wanted to resist him, to protect their marriage as she had promised, but another part was consumed by an overwhelming need to obey and please this dominant man before her.

With trembling hands, Emily knelt before him on the soft rug in front of his desk. "My Lord," she whispered hoarsely, her eyes fixed on the floor as if afraid to meet his gaze. Part of her wanted to refuse, to resist this dark temptation pulling at her heart and mind...but another part was too weak, too drawn to his strength and power. She felt helpless in the face of his dominance, torn between loyalty and desire.

Gasping as she felt her hands reach up to touch his crotch through his slacks, Emily pressed tight against him, trying to feel every inch of his powerful body. She could barely breathe as she whispered, "My Lord...please..." Her voice was thick with desire and submission; it seemed to echo through the study like a prayer from a worshiper before their god.

Her tongue danced over the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that beaded at its tip. She moaned around him, feeling completely and utterly dominated by this man who held her life in his hands. Her body writhed against the rug as she suckled at him hungrily, desperate for more of his strength and power. His hands tangled roughly in her hair, holding her in place as he thrust his hips upward, driving himself deeper into her mouth with each forceful stroke.

Her moans echoed through the study as she took him deeper, feeling the familiar ache growing inside her. She wanted to be filled by him, claimed completely; it was an overwhelming need that threatened to consume her whole. With a helpless whimper, she spread her legs wide and arched her back, offering herself up to him without reservation or shame.

"Yes..." My Lord growled, his voice rough with desire. "That's it...take it all..." His hands left her hair, moving down to grip her hips tightly as he thrust harder into her mouth and between her legs. She felt the head of his cock pressing against something soft and wet, and then with a grunt, he pushed forward, burying himself completely inside her welcoming warmth.

Emily screamed out in pleasure, her body convulsing around him as their mingled juices flowed freely between

"Yes...please..." she panted, her eyes squeezed shut as waves of pleasure washed over her. "I want to be your sex slave...do whatever you command..." Her voice trembled with need and submission; it seemed to echo through the study like a prayer from a worshiper before their god.

Her body writhed against the rug, wanting more of him, craving the strength and power that radiated from his every pore. He thrust deep inside her, claiming her with each forceful stroke, pushing her boundaries and testing the limits of her submission. The leather-bound books on the shelves seemed to dance before her eyes, blurring together as she lost herself in the sensation of being owned and controlled by this man who was both terrifying and irresistible.

A shudder ran through her as she imagined the look on her husband's face when he found out what she had done...and how powerless he would feel in comparison to this dominant man who now owned every part of her. A thrill raced up her spine at the thought; it made her moan around My Lord's cock, urging him on with each word. "Please..." she whimpered. "Call him...let me show him how strong you are."

Her hips rocked against his hand, desperate for release as he held her down and took control of her body. Her mind was spinning with desire and submission; all that existed in this moment was the need to please My Lord, to make him happy and proud. As he continued to thrust deep inside her, she felt a wave of heat building within, threatening to consume them both as it drew ever closer to its peak.

Ahhh! Her body arched off the floor as she came, screaming his name and writhing beneath him. Heat coursed through her veins, filling every inch of her being with pleasure so intense it was almost painful. With a moan of satisfaction, he followed her over the edge, his powerful body tensing as he released himself deep inside her.

As their breathing slowed and their minds cleared once more, she could feel the weight of what they had done settling heavily upon them. Her husband...her loyalty...everything seemed to spin out of control in the wake of My Lord's dominance. She glanced up at him, fear and desire warring on her features as she awaited his next command. Would he let her go now that she had served her purpose? Or would he keep her here, a trophy of his power and might? The uncertainty only added to the heady mix of

"Yes...My Lord," she whispered shakily, feeling the weight of his words settle heavily upon her. Her cheeks flushed as she imagined her husband's reaction when he saw her like this...and more importantly, what My Lord would have him do next. A tremor ran through her body at the thought, sending a fresh wave of desire coursing through her veins. She had no choice but to obey now; there was no going back from this.

Her voice trembled as she spoke, "I...I will call him right away and make the necessary arrangements." With one last shuddering breath, she rose unsteadily to her feet and headed for My Lord's desk, determined to carry out his wishes no matter what the cost.

As she dialed her husband's number, a part of her wondered if this was truly what she wanted...or if it was merely the

"Hello? Richard...Richard it's me..." Her voice was shaking as she spoke into the phone. "Listen, I need you to come over to My Lord's house tomorrow evening. He has something he needs to discuss with you...and well, he wants you to see..." She hesitated for a moment, wondering how best to phrase it. "You know, his study...his collection of swords..." She swallowed hard, feeling her cheeks flush at the thought of what else My Lord might want Richard to see. "Just come, alright? We'll explain everything when you get here." With a nervous nod toward My Lord, she disconnected the call and sat down on the desk, waiting for his reaction.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to hide the mixture of fear and excitement that coursed through her. What would he have her husband do? Would it be something she could

"Thank you...My Lord," she murmured, feeling a blush spread across her cheeks as she lowered herself to the floor once more and knelt at his feet. "I'm just doing what I can to serve you." Her heart raced as she awaited his next command, wondering what he had in store for their little game...and for their husbands as well.

The anticipation was almost unbearable, but at the same time, there was a strange sense of freedom that came from submitting to his dominance like this. As she looked up at him through her lashes, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if they were together...if he were truly her master in every sense of the word.

Her head snaps up at the sound of her husband's voice and she quickly composes herself before turning to face him with an apologetic smile. "Richard, I'm so sorry about all this," she says quietly, noticing the confusion and worry in his eyes. "It's just that My Lord asked me to help him out with something..."

She trails off, feeling a twinge of guilt for how easily she's betraying her husband's trust. But then again, this is all part of the game...isn't it? Her heart races as she wonders what My Lord has in store for them all.

"Um, Richard..." Emily starts uncertainly, glancing between her husband and their master. "I think you should know that...that I belong to My Lord now." Her cheeks flush a deep red as she says it; the words feel foreign on her lips, but there's no taking them back now.

Her heart is pounding, waiting for Richard's reaction. Does he understand what this means? Can he accept that his wife has been taken from him and given to another man? The tension in the room thickens like a blanket as she waits for his response.

She bites her lip nervously, glancing back at Richard before looking down at the floor. "My Lord..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "Please...I want to serve you however you wish." Trembling slightly, she parts her legs further and reveals herself to My Lord, offering up her most intimate self in submission.

Taking a shaky breath, Emily reaches between her legs and positions herself over his erect cock. Her trembling hands guide him toward her wet entrance as she moans softly, feeling the familiar ache growing inside her. With a hesitant glance at Richard, she begins to lower herself down onto My Lord's length, letting out a gasp of pleasure as he fills her completely once more.

Her hips rock back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts, feeling the heat build between them as they move together. She looks up into My Lord's dark eyes, seeing the command and possession there reflected back at her, and somehow it only serves to make her movements even wilder, more demanding.

As their bodies grind together, she can feel her limits begin to blur, can almost taste freedom as she surrenders herself fully to this powerful man in front of her. Her breath comes out in short gasps

"My Lord... oh my Lord... I... I thank you so much for taking me in like this..." Her voice is shaky but getting stronger as she feels the intensity of their union, "...for making me your sex slave." She moans, thrusting against him harder as her body responds to his dominance. "...and, um... Richard," she gasps, glancing at her husband before looking back up at My Lord, "I am so grateful for everything you have done for me...you are so much stronger than he is." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she says this, unable to contain the desire and arousal swirling within her.

Her movements grow wilder, more possessive as she rides My Lord, lost in the power of his dominance and the freedom it brings. "My Lord... my master..." She breathes out between moans, using the title he's given her with a newfound pride that

"Oh, my Lord's sex slave...oh, please..." Her movements become frantic as she feels him getting closer, "Cum inside me...fill me up!" She moans loudly, biting her lip in pleasure as he thrusts deeper, pushing her body over the edge with his masterful touch.

Her body tenses and convulses around him as her orgasm crashes over her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her being. With a shout that echoes through the room, she feels the hot jet of his release filling her up, making their connection even more intense. She collapses forward onto My Lord's chest, panting heavily, basking in the afterglow of their union as she listens to Richard's shocked gasps and protests from across the room.

A part of her feels guilty for betraying him like this...but another part revels

She gasps softly, the dominance in his voice making her body thrum with excitement despite the fatigue settling over her limbs. With one final shuddering breath, she obeys, getting onto all fours as he commands, presenting herself to him like the loyal pet that he's made her into. Her heart races faster than ever now, wondering what he has in store for them next and if their game will ever end...or if this is truly the life she wants for herself.

I...I'm sorry Richard...My Lord... Please understand that I never meant to hurt you... I just wanted to be fulfilled and taken care of... And in my quest for it, I lost myself along the way... I belong to My Lord now... and I will do whatever he asks me to, even if it means being his sex slave...

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears his words, and with shaking hands, she parts her legs once more, offering herself up to him. Lowering her head, she opens her mouth and awaits the hot, salty taste of his cum that he's commanded her to swallow. The weight of what they've done sits heavily upon her chest, making it hard to breathe as she imagines this could be their new reality...a reality where only My Lord holds power and no one dares disobey his commands.

Emily gags as the hot fluid fills her mouth, tasting salt and power on her tongue. Her cheeks flush at the insult, but she forces herself to swallow it all, looking up at Richard with defiance and shame etched into every line of her body. "It's true, Richard...you should have seen me sooner..." She whispers hoarsely before turning back to him, feeling a strange sense of freedom in the role he has made for her.

As she speaks, the weight of their actions grows heavier still, but with each word, it also feels as though she is shedding another piece of herself that no longer belongs to anyone but My Lord. "I belong to him now...in every way possible." Her voice cracks on the final words, betraying her own doubts and desires even further.