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All My Wife, All My Slave

Length: 124 pages1 hour


My wife came to me with a strange admission that she wanted to be my slave. She had always been a submissive in bed, but this was a new, strange development in our lives. After taking control of her life and body we found another couple that was the same stripe as us. What followed was an adventure my wife never could have dreamed up.

This is a 32,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Originally published in three parts.

Content warning: features graphic sex, BDSM, dominant male-submissive female, , cheating spouses, forced body modification, willing slave play, strong language, , erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.


“I’m not going to spank you,” I said. “And the necklace isn’t good enough. Just turn around and bend over. Put your hands on the desk. You need a little more, something secret, so you know you’re a slave.”

I pulled a black Sharpie marker from the desk drawer and carefully wrote SLAVE in block lettering on her right buttock.

“Is that really necessary?” she asked looking over her shoulder as I worked. I saw that now familiar look of conflict on her face, half excited and half disgusted at herself.

“Yes. Very. I expect it to be there tonight when you get home. Now get dressed and get to work.” I patted her left cheek and sent her on her way. Even though she protested, there was a grin on her face. She liked to be treated this way and I was happy to do it for her.

After a grueling day’s work I got home and showed Sheila the chains that I had made for her. That picked up her spirits a bit and she immediately wanted to try them out. Before I got home she had gotten out the red leather cuffs but waited for me to put them on her.

“It’s better when you do it,” she told me. “I like being locked up by you.”

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