The Making of a Submissive Wife (Suzi's Journey Book 1)

  THE MAKING OF A SUBMISSIVE WIFE

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  The Making of a Submissive Wife

  Copyright © 2014 by C J Edwards

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  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  OTHER CHARLOTTE EDWARDS TITLES

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  THE MAKING OF A SUBMISSIVE WIFE

  CHAPTER ONE

  After eleven years of marriage, things had definitely gone stale between Damion and Suzi. When Damion’s work moved to London and he began to weekly commute, it was almost inevitable he would find a lover. His evenings began to fill up with wining and dining and finally seducing his deliciously submissive lover, Emma. The calls home became infrequent and focused on practical issues like the children’s education. Before long he started staying away at weekends too.

  On one of those rare weekends spent at home with wife and kids, Suzi decided to confront him on his behaviour. He was sitting in the lounge, watching some inane quiz show with a bottle of beer in his hand, when she turned off the television and stood in his field of vision. ‘You’ve hardly said a word to me all weekend. Do you want to tell me what’s going on?’

  Damion took a breath. This was the conversation he was planning to have anyway but not quite so soon. He tried to make his voice as friendly as possible. ‘The fact is, Suzi, I love you a lot and will always care for you.’ He paused to gather his strength. ‘…but I’m not in love with you anymore.’

  Suzi went pale. She knew something was up but she never dreamt it could be this. A dreadful thought gnawed at the pit of her stomach. She knew, but still couldn’t bring herself to face it. ‘Go on,’ is all she felt brave enough to say.

  ‘I’ve been seeing another woman,’ he blurted out, ‘and I’ve fallen in love with her.’

  Suzi felt as if she had been hit over the head with a big stick. ‘I think you’d better leave,’ she said in a quiet voice.

  The next week was hell for Suzi. She had no contact at all with her husband until she rang him at work on Thursday. ‘Damion,’ she began with a shaky voice. ‘Can we talk?’

  ‘I think we’d better,’ he replied. ‘I’ll come up at the weekend.’

  ‘I’ve got a better idea. I’ll come down to you.’

  The following evening saw them both having dinner at an exclusive restaurant in the West End; one of Damion’s favourite. They made small talk throughout the meal: events at work, how the children were doing at boarding school and so on. The coffees arrived with a couple of brandies and Damion cleared his throat, ready to explain how he planned to terminate the marriage with the minimum of pain for his wife.

  Suzi got in first. ‘I don’t want to lose you Damion. I’ll do anything to keep you!’

  Damion chose his next words carefully. ‘I don’t think that’s possible, Suzi. I do love you but you know I have strong sexual needs and frankly I don’t fancy you anymore.’

  That hurt but Suzi was ready for it. ‘I know. I’ve put on over three stone during our marriage and I spend no time on myself. Even I don’t fancy me,’ she tried to joke. ‘I will sort that out Damion, if you’ll give me another chance.’

  ‘That’s easier said than done,’ replied her husband. ‘Even if it were possible though, it’s more than that.’

  ‘What then?’

  ‘You know I am dominant by nature and we began to explore that facet of our relationship until you started to tire of sex.’ Damion could see his wife getting embarrassed but he was determined to get to the nub of the issue. ‘Emma and I went well beyond that point weeks ago and we now have a very fruitful sexual relationship that gives us both what we need!’

  Suzi looked up demurely. ‘Teach me!’

  Damion’s business was booming and he decided it made sense to move the family home to Greater London. He rented a big detached house in Surrey; Suzi left her job and moved down. In the six weeks since that difficult conversation, she had already lost half a stone. With that, regular exercise putting colour in her cheeks and time spent at a beauty parlour each week, Damion found his prick stirring each time he saw her; this woman now resembled the one he had fallen for all those years ago.

  Now, with a full car and a removals truck on the way, Damion showed his wife around their new home for the first time. The fully fitted kitchen and beautiful en suite were definitely to her liking, as were the spacious bedrooms. Once the tour of the part of the house that sat above ground was complete, Damion led his wife down the stairs to the basement. She had been warned about what lay beyond the door and she was nervous as hell to see it.

  Damion unlocked the door and pushed it open. ‘Welcome to the dungeon, my sweet,’ he announced.

  The room was surprisingly spacious, running the entire length and breadth of the big house. Damion had clearly been busy in the two weeks since he had picked up the keys. One half of the room was a fully equipped gym, with treadmill, stationary bikes, weights and Jacuzzi. The other side was equipped with chains, a vaulting horse, a big crucifixion cross and, most ominously, a cage.

  ‘The gym was already here,’ said Damion. ‘I’ve just adapted the room to suit our purposes. You’ll stay down here until you’re fully trained.’

  Suzi gulped. ‘Okay!’

  ‘That’s ‘okay Master’,’ said Damion. ‘Now, I reckon we’ve got about an hour until the removal men arrive. Take off your clothes!’

  Suzi hated anyone seeing her naked at the moment, she wasn’t proud of her body. All the same, she knew she had to obey without question. Without hesitation, she unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped her skirt, carefully placing them over the back of a chair and stood in front of her husband dressed only in a new bra and pantie set and a pair of heels.

  Damion looked her up and down. ‘We’ve got a lot of work to do, haven’t we?’ he said, deliberately being unkind. As Suzi reddened and her head dropped, he raised his voice a little. ‘I thought I said strip? That means everything!’

  Reaching behind her back, Suzi unfastened her bra to let her magnificent breasts bounce free and then, peeling her delicate panties down her thighs, she stood in front of her husband’s critical gaze once more, this time only in heels.

  ‘That’s better,’ said Damion. ‘Now walk up and down a little so I can see what we’ve got to work with.’

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Suzi paraded up and down like a nude catwalk model, she had never felt more exposed. She knew her husband was appraising and, well, judging her. She felt her overly fleshy body jiggle as she walked and it was not a good feeling. Damion beckoned her to his side and ran his hand down her body, gripping her tits first and then the excess fat around her middle, before slipping a finger between the folds of her cunny and rubbing a little to get her hot.

  When he felt Suzi start to wriggle with pleasure, Damion stopped abruptly and took her face in his hand. ‘Your training starts now, slut,’ he snarled. ‘Are you ready for it?’

  ‘Please don’t call me that,’ Suzi whispered. ‘I don’t like it!’

  Damion released her face and then slapped her across the cheek. Not hard but enough to leave a mark. ‘Listen to me slut and listen well. There’s a lot of things going to happen that you won’t like at first. I will call you whatever I like and when I give you permission to speak, you will address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’ Is that understood?’

  ‘Yes Sir,’ replied Suzi in a quiet voice, completely cowed.

  ‘There is only one safe word here and it’s ‘Red’, Damion continued. ‘But you need to understand exactly what ‘Red’ means. It means I stop what I’m doing and release you. You then walk out of that door and out of our marriage.’

  Suzi gasped and looked visibly shocked at what was effectively an ultimatum. She said nothing and Damion continued. ‘If that’s your choice,’ her Master said, ‘I will respect it and I will look after you when we divorce. You will have a comfortable life for as long as you are single. But you must understand that if we are incompatible sexually, we are incompatible in life.’ He paused to let his wife absorb the information. ‘Do you understand?’

  Suzi nodded mutely.

  ‘Good,’ Damion continued. ‘Let’s start your training with addressing one of your little hang ups. Get on your knees.’

  Suzi knew exactly which hang up her husband was referring to. It had caused a few arguments over the years. Despite being pretty good at blow jobs, she just couldn’t bring herself to swallow his sperm, the idea just revolted her. She always finished him off with her hand and took it all over her face or tits. With some trepidation, she sank to her knees.

  The blow job went well at first. Suzi successfully suppressed her gag reflex and took her Master’s thick, seven inch cock straight into her throat. He let her control the motion for a while, before grabbing her head firmly and thrusting hard; fucking her mouth like a cunt. Suzi took it well for a while and then, just as she felt her husband near the final strokes, she panicked and ripped her head free, just as he came all over her face.

  Damion contained his temper. This was after all what the training would address. Grabbing Suzi by the hair, he dragged her over to a horse and bent her over it.

  Suzi was blabbering her apologies as Damion selected a thick penis gag and pushed it firmly into place, securing it tightly behind her head with a thick leather strap. Next he pulled her arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together, before securing her ankles to the legs of the horse with Velcro straps. The final touch was a thick velvet blindfold. Damion stroked his wife’s cheek affectionately, speaking in a low tone. ‘You need to get used to these restraints, my slut. You’ll be wearing them a lot until you’ve learned the self-discipline required for complete compliance.’ He picked up a soft leather strap and tested it across his hand, well aware that Suzi could hear the hard ‘slap.’ ‘Today’s lesson is how to give your Master a proper blowjob,’ he continued, stepping back and laying the strap hard across her raised rump.

  Suzi’s head whipped back and she cried out into her gag. ‘Nggugg!’ Damion had spanked and even whipped her before but that was now years in the past and the sudden sharp pain across her buttocks was a sensation she was no longer accustomed to. As she was clearly distraught, Damion set the strap down for a moment and gently caressed her red arse, slipping the fingers of his other hand into her juicy pussy. Considering how little attention he had given her cunt, she was surprisingly moist, he mused.

  When he felt she had relaxed enough, Damion picked the strap back up and began a steady rhythm across both buttocks, not stopping until they both glowed a satisfying red. Suzi sobbed quietly throughout the ordeal but another quick check revealed her pussy was now completely dripping; something about this torment was very arousing to his wife. Laying the strap down on a table, Damion stroked the big, round spheres of her bottom; now as red as a Rhesus Monkey. ‘That’s what a good strapping feels like, my slut,’ he whispered in her ear. ‘Remember the sensation because that’s what you get every time you fail to obey.’

  Getting no response at all from his gagged and bound wife, he gripped her firmly by the hips and buried himself up to the balls in her hot pussy. Banging her hard, her upper body came up off the horse, only to drop back down and bounce on her full tits. He fucked her like an animal until his balls erupted and filled her with hot cum.

  Patting his wife on the bottom, Damion grabbed a cushion from beside the horse and worked it underneath her head. ‘That’ll be the removal van arriving,’ he said. ‘Best get some sleep, you’ll need it. I’ll see you at lunchtime.’ Kissing his wife on the cheek, he left her bound and gagged and went upstairs to start the move in.

  Despite the uncomfortable position, Suzi was fast asleep when the sound of a key turning in the lock woke her with a start. Damion unstrapped her ankles and helped her stand, letting her walk around a little to get the stiffness out her legs. When he was satisfied she had recovered, he fed her some water from a sports bottle, before leading her to the little ablution area in the gym, watching her piddle and carefully wiping her pussy clean when she had finished.

  Leading his helpless wife back out to the gym, he removed her blindfold and gag and helped her on to the treadmill. ‘This is the start of your calorie burning routine,’ he explained. ‘With your arms behind your back, I don’t recommend falling over, it wouldn’t be pretty.’ Picking up the leather strap again, he held it up for Suzi to see. ‘And if I think you need encouragement, don’t worry, you’ll get it!’

  Damion set the machine off at 6kph to let her get used to running with no arms. When she seemed to be into her stride, he gradually increased the speed to what he considered a reasonable pace; and what Suzi clearly thought was too fast. Before long her breathing was ragged and she was begging to stop. Damion gave her a swipe across the arse with the strap. ‘Save your breath, bitch, I’m not stopping until you’ve done thirty minutes.’ All the same he watched her closely for any sign of her legs buckling and dropped the pace a little after twenty minutes.

  At thirty minutes Damion stopped the treadmill and helped Suzi down. She looked a complete mess, dripping in sweat and snot running down her face. Giving her another generous drink of water, he then fed her lunch, a protein shake, before taking her for a rinse down in the shower. After drying her off with a towel, he kissed her on the forehead and replaced her blindfold, before leading her back into the dungeon and kneeling her back down in the same spot as this morning. ‘BJ 101, lesson two coming up,’ he said. ‘Don’t go away!’ Patting her on the head, he left her alone for a few minutes.

  A little while later, as her knees were beginning to hurt, Suzi’s heart dropped as she heard the sound of men’s voices coming down the stairs. Her Master was not coming back alone. Sure enough, as the door opened, she heard the unmistakable sounds of young male testosterone.

  ‘There she is lads,’ she heard her husband say. ‘Her mouth’s all yours!’

  The first cock was slim and quite small but its owner was very enthusiastic. Suzi focused on keeping her throat relaxed and it seemed to work as he jabbed his little dick into her mouth. He was clearly not going to last long and as he went into his vinegar strokes, she fought the urge to pull away, instead accepting a full load of thick spunk as it shot straight down her throat and filled her mouth. Suzi gagged but kept it down, swallowing rapidly to prevent it overflowing.

 
Having finally swallowed her first load, Suzi oddly felt proud of herself but had no time for self-congratulation as she was roughly grabbed again and a much bigger cock was forced into her airway. This one was even bigger than her Master’s and it made her jaw ache to accommodate it. As the unknown man forced himself all the way into her throat, she found her nose nestling in a forest of thick, wiry pubic hair and her nostrils filled with a deep musky man scent. This one was the test; the little cock she had just handled had been only a warm up.

  As the man speared his thick meaty manhood in and out of her throat, Suzi simply relaxed and let him use her as he wished. She felt a sense of calm and realised her pussy was now buzzing. Was this what submission was all about she wondered, as the big man fired his seed straight into her belly with a roar.

  Two more men were to follow and Suzi took them passively. When the last one finished, she simply sank down on her knees and waited as she listened to them leave.

  She felt her Master’s presence again, as he approached and patted her on the head again. ‘Well done, little one,’ he said, lifting her to her feet. She felt a hand wipe across her very sensitive pussy lips, confirming her obvious arousal. ‘Would you like me to finish this off for you?’ he asked.

  Suzi nodded mutely and found herself being led off and carefully laid on to her back on a soft mattress. Her Master was surprisingly tender as her licked and rubbed her to possibly the best orgasm she had ever known. Lifting her back off the bed, he kissed her softly on the lips before replacing her gag. ‘There’s plenty more where that came from,’ he murmured and led her off to the cage to sleep.

  The next couple of days settled into a routine of sex, exercise, sleep and protein shakes. Suzi’s blindfold was only removed in the shower and she quickly lost the sense of time. One morning, she woke up as usual in her cage and sensed that she was no longer alone. She heard her Master’s voice, ‘What do you think of her?’