His dick wasn't exactly as big as the restof him but she had other ways to satisfy those needs.Their anniversary came and as they did every year they ...ent back to therestaurant that they had their reception at after the wedding ceremony.Gary was very grateful to have such an understanding wife and surprisedher with a diamond tennis bracelet. "I have your gift at home honey. Ididn't think you would want to open it here in a crowded restaurant." Shewinked at him with a smile on her face. . I shook myself, knowing I could not let that happen. Instead, I focused on accepting Mistress' plug. "Just a little further, sweetie. Push, push. Open up and slide your tight, pink ring over the bulb." The woman's fingers started pressing into my G-spot and I shrieked in perverse delight. "Don't you dare cum," Mistress warned, harshly. "Focus on your task. If you cum now, you will be in for a real punishment." I could tell by Mistress' tone that she was serious. I didn't want to disappoint her. He always pounded away like a teenager, so brutal, so fast, beating my cries from my throat as he bent me over the railing, my naked tits hanging over for everyone to see. I held fast to the railing, resisting the aching throb in my clit as he see-sawed through my butt with no lube, smacking my ass as hard as he ever did. I knew I would find a few red welts on my butt tomorrow morning. As he drilled me I closed my eyes and tried to focus: this is me at my most functional, this is me doing what. I’m not sure what this will do to my marriage, but I no longer care. I’ve realized that even an open marriage pales next to a lifetime of service to my owners. I really want to be your plaything, your sex slave, your fucktoy, plain and simple. To both of you. I want to be owned by a couple. It’s always been a fantasy of mine, to be the perfect unicorn, the absolutely submissive cum-slut for man and wife alike. I’m not a switch. I’m a natural-born sex slave, period. Please make me your bitch!”.