It was a regular weekday evening in May in Sussex county, south-east England, UK. The weather was turning barmy and evenings were lasting that bit longer indicating the arrival of summer. Thirty two year old, Sara Jones was on her commute home on the train thinking about her work day and wondering how Ken’s (her 35 yr-old husband) day had gone. She was also mulling over the recent development in their lives and the arrival of ‘Master’ who they had met at a party and had been pleasantly surprised when they learned what he was into. Following several meetings and discussions, Sara and Ken had agreed for Master to be a part of their lives blissfully unaware of the unknown world they were getting into. That evening unbeknownst to her, Master had messaged Ken and was informed that the couple didn’t have any plans for the evening. Ken was a timid, work-from-home cuckold husband doing freelance translation; Sara, a demure closet elitist and could turn very extrovert with the right type of alcohol, was a finance manager at a local bank; both from a posh, middle-class lineage from the rolling hills of the Sussex countryside. Sara was still deliberating between dinner at home or at Valerios, a new Italian eatery in their town, as she entered their flat and closed the door behind her. As she stepped into her flat, she felt that extra spring in her step by being within the familiarity and warm comfort of her own home. But she was definitely not prepared for how the evening was going to pan out. Sara was of a slimish-to-healthy build, pale Welsh skin, 5’6” tall, green eyes, shoulder length black hair tied in a short ponytail. She was dressed in a light green top and tight, black pants. Handbag on 1 shoulder and laptop bag in the other hand and medium-sized heels. Sara closed the door of her flat behind her and entered the short hall that led into their living room when she stopped short in her tracks! Her mouth started opening and closing like a fish and she looked like a deer caught in headlights as she saw Master standing around 15 feet from her, all his 6’2” frame, arms crossed with a serious look on face. She looked over enquiringly at Ken who was quietly preparing dinner at the kitchen counter with white kitchen towel draped on 1 shoulder and mouthed “Why didn’t u message me?”. Ken looked up and made eye contact just long enough to acknowledge the arrival of his wife and then glancing over to where Master was standing, lowered his eyes and went back to what he was doing without uttering a word and maintaining the nervous silence that hung in the air. There was no “Hi babe”..Hey darling!..you are back!” etc. to his wife as it all had been forbidden in Master’s presence. Ken’s manner was also an acknowledgement of the fact that Sara (and he) were in store for some dire punishment that evening, firstly, as Sara was inappropriately attired indoors (i.e, wearing clothes in Master’s presence!); secondly, she hadn’t performed her regulation greeting to Master (bright smile and cheery hello with a display of emotions synonymous to how a dog would welcome his owner!). As part of the relationship set by Master, it was mutually agreed between all 3 that Sara belonged to Master at all times and was his property. Ken was only meant to be a token husband when Master was physically not around. At all other times, Ken’s role was just to be caretaker and merely take instructions even if it meant being asked to disappear for a while because Master wants to use his wife. At which, his response would always have to be “Of course, Its an honour Master” or similar and disappear. As part of their training, Master had Sara kneel in the slave position (kneeling naked, hands locked behind head and chest thrust out proud) and would give her face slaps asking her “what are you?”. Sara would respond “I am a dirty slut!” OR “I am your bitch, sir. Treat me like shit” OR “I am your pet, please abuse me, sir!”, etc. Ken had to stand in attention and watch sincerely without intervening and had to periodically thank Master as his wife got abused. Sara was to be trained as Master’s pet with Ken being her caretaker and Master, their owner. This was done outdoors and indoors. Some nights they would go for walks, however, Sara was allowed to wear only shoes (yes, thats right!) with a dog leash around her neck that Master held. Ken’s job was to walk ahead and make sure they would be safe from people, other interruptions etc.) “Oh…h-h-hello Master!.wh-what a pleasant surprise!” Sara stammered clearly rattled at the unexpected presence of Master in her house. She had already walked into her living room by then. She stopped and abruptly stepped back into the hall and put both her bags down trying to gather herself. Her hands unsteadily started to undo the laces on her top (without taking her eyes off Master) and remembered that her hair was still tied…”Oh!”..she hurriedly pulled the band from the hair and shook her head so that hair opened and settled fluffy around her shoulders (she had messed up the order as the hair and heels should’ve come off first as per her instructions). She crossed her hands across her chest and slowly pulled her top through her head; then still with eyes on her Master she unbuckled the heels off one-by-one. Sara unzipped and pulled her tight pants as if it were a hindrance and then slowly, dropped the last piece of cloth (panty) protecting her dignity, on the floor. All the while she was standing just inside the door of her own house (her instructions were to be fully naked in Master’s presence at all times which in this case meant she had to strip even before she entered her own living room)! Sara tiptoed barefoot and completely naked into her living room with her breasts gently swinging and hands by her sides. A weekday evening with Master visiting was not a usual occurrence in the Jones household. Sessions were normally held on weekends and with prior notice as Master was demanding, unrelenting most times and wanted things done exactly as he fantasised. They, however, had been forewarned to expect him at any time and any place; On a normal day, Sara would put her bags down and walk straight into the arms of her husband as she walked through the door, kiss/cuddle and make quick plans for the evening. Somedays depending on how stressful the work day was they would end up on the kitchen/living room floor between each others legs going at it like rabbits. Master had entered their lives at an opportune moment when they were anxious but fully ready to enter a new phase of submissiveness; to submit to an external stronger personality who would take them to incredible depths of servitude and control that Sara and Ken longed for. Unimpressed by the haphazard turn of events, Master turned to Sara and coldly said “You have 5 mins”. Sara immediately rushed into the bathroom-thanking Master profusely, her breasts and arse jiggling as she went. She came out of bathroom still fully naked and flashing a big smile at Master (having sorted herself out a bit with fresh lipstick, eyeliner) and hair neatly tied and took her slave position, “Ready for inspection, sir” Sara announced. Master had not moved until then; with a sigh reached down and fondled her 34 DD breasts; Sara’s assets were something that Master used as a ‘reset’ switch for himself when he wanted to feel better. It helped perk him up and would often send for Sara who would generously put her assets on offer for his pleasure and attention. Master sat on the sofa, switched on the TV and gestured his slave towards him; Sara sat on his lap and adjusted herself , sexily flicking her hair around, moistening her lips while Master started to feel her up. He lifted her armpit and started kissing and licking it; tasting the sweat and salt from the spotless, shaven pale armpit; Master moved to Sara’s full breasts and took the nipple into his mouth and moved it around with his tongue gentle sucking and licking; she started moaning and slowly turned her head away as the sucking got intense; Master popped out the wet nipple and as his head moved back, Sara asked, “some more, sir?”. On his acknowledgement, she twisted her body and presented her other breast. Sara closed her eyes as Master accepted the soft nipple into his mouth and began sucking. On Masters’ orders, she pulled out the long black dildo from the living room closet and secured it to floor. This was one of several toys that Sara was instructed to own and take care of as her prized possessions; As part of their training, Sara and Ken had to prepare a timetable of which sex toys they would practice with on a weekly basis and send to Master for his approval. To add to their humiliation, they also had to regularly provide a list of punishments that they would like meted out to them; the harsher they were, the happier Master was. As Master watched…Sara got on the nasty looking black dildo slowly, lowering her butt on it and wincing and moaning as she allowed the dildo to impale her arse. Ken, meanwhile, quietly concentrated on the cooking while hiding his massive hard-on under the kitchen counter. Master watched as her buxom arse moved up and down on the big, ugly dildo while Ken poured Master a drink. ‘SWITCH” shouted Master and Sara immediately stopped, pulled the dildo out of her arse and pushed it inside the vagina and started again. A thin layer of sweat was forming on Sara’s body. Master walked over and gathered Sara’s hair and pulled; “Ahhhhh…,mmmmmmmmm…sssssss” she hissed wincing at the sudden pain, “thank you Master” she whimpered. While her hair was being pulled, Sara arched her back and started squeezing her breast furiously with one hand while continuing to move over the dildo. Sara had special instructions that when Master pulled her hair she had to drop what she was doing and start squeezing her breasts. There was no exception to this rule and had to be done in private and public, with or without people’s presence. Master had experimented on this with Sara on several occasions and in one instance, much to the bewilderment of some people in a crowded restaurant which had made Sara put her glass down abruptly and spill her drink as she grabbed one of her breasts through her tight black dress and started fondling. Sara was told to put the dildo away and walked to the bedroom followed by Master; “Keep dinner ready” said Master to Ken; Master then looked around and handed ken a kitchen bowl and said “Kneel naked and jerk off into the bowl. You and the bitch can share as appetizer. “Ye-s-s, Master!” came the startled reply as Ken slowly pulled his shorts off and got down near the bowl with his dick in one hand. Sara arranged herself on the bed, on all fours looking back at Master who was loving her big arse hole. Master flipped Sara on her back and held her down while beating and slapping her body. He started slow but smothered her face with rough licks, kisses, sucking kisses from her mouth and leaving her gasping for breath, turns her face to suck from the ear lobe. Finding the earring there, Master was unhappy, growled, and slapped Sara hard across her face couple of times. Sara apologised profusely and hurriedly removed and threw it away. Ken, the cuckold husband could hear several muffled curses, several “OH MY GOD!”..”please, Master, ohhs…aahhs..!” followed by feminine yelps from the room as Master whipped his beautiful wife while he focussed on the job given to him . Sounds of light thuds emanated from the room as Sara was thrown around the bed and as Master pulled her back into bed by grabbing her breasts and hair as she tried to escape the sexual ecstasy she was being sent into! In order to punish Sara for her mistakes earlier, Master ordered her to lie on her back with her vagina thrust up in the air and fully available to Master. Master then used his whip of soft leather strips on her vagina and made Sara count all 5 lashes and to beg for the next one... ‘May I please have the next one, Master?”. With each lash, Sara’s squealed and her body shuddered and she thrashed around in bed. She grabbed the bedsheets with white knuckles to deal with the pain and humiliation while keeping her lips pressed tightly together and trying not to bite her tongue off. Master enjoyed watching her and waited for the shuddering to stop before delivering the next lash. Sara’s moaning and pleading and sounds of beatings from the bedroom startled Ken who also thanked Master from outside the room while kneeling with an erect throbbing penis dripping with his sperm. Master then spread Sara’s legs and placed loud, wet kisses on her, red and swollen pussy, which made her cum ooze out. She physically and mentally felt the effects while the guilt pleasure and the frissons of excitement made her wish that this would not end! “Run the shower bitch, you need to clean me off” Master ordered. Sara moved towards the bathroom barely able to walk. In the shower, Master forced Sara against the wall and spread her legs wide. Master then started with slow thrusts into her arse. Sara, completely overpowered by her beloved Master’s throbbing dick impaling her already-hurting arsehole, moaned loudly “Thank you, Master”. As she was being pounded against the wall, Sara realized that neither she nor Ken had a say in this matter as her dignity, social status, her notion of self-worth and middle-class entitlement were all mercilessly violated and sent down the drain alongwith the shower waters. Master finished his shower and entered the living room from the bedroom allowing Sara to recover from the grueling session he had put her through. Ken was still kneeling with his hands locked behind his back and his cock still erect and dripping into the bowl. Seeing Masters naked tanned body, strong muscular legs, large chest and broad shoulders slowly make its way towards him turned Ken on immensely. Master walked straight upto ken and fondled his hair and face like how you would to a pet dog. Ken let out a moan and nuzzled his face against Masters hairy legs desperate to lick a bit of that beautiful cock hanging just above his head. Master sneered and guessing what ken wanted grabbed his hair and twisted his head so that ken was now looking straight at him. “If you want to kiss it, make it loud and proud” growled Master. Ken adjusted himself feasting his eyes on Master’s cock. Master closed his eyes in anticipation and moaned and pouted as ken pressed his lips against Master’s hard shaft. He moved his lips all around the hard shaft and squeezed loud kisses on it and let his lips linger on the cock for a moment. Master pouted and moaned and gently fondled kens hair. Ken continued to place kisses while staring up at his powerful Master desperate for his approval. But Ken had done well and Master was sufficiently aroused. Master gruffly ordered Ken to strip completely which Ken did in double time. Master grabbed his hair and twisted him around and over the kitchen counter. Master parted Ken’s legs enough to let the bum cheeks push out and slapped them hard making Ken yelp. Master then kept his hand on Ken’s burning butt cheeks loving how smooth and firm they were. Knowing what was to come and with a cold sweat running down his back, Ken arched his back and thrust his butt out as Master proceeded to enter him from behind. “No lube for you today, bitch..!” hissed Master as he started a slow thrust in and out of Ken’s arse hole. Sara, meanwhile had come into the living room and on seeing that Ken was servicing Master immediately knelt in slave position with hands locked behind her back. “look what a sissy faggot you have for a husband, slut….does he ever satisfy you? His cock is beautiful bit seems to only be for men” Master chided her. Occasionally, Master paused to slap Ken’s butt or reached forward to fondle Ken’s balls and cock. Ken with his eyes closed had a look of agony on his face as he did his best to move in rhythm with Master’s thrusts. Ken’s back was arched with his hair being pulled. Sara was turned on a lot by this amazing sight and bit her lip as both men reached climax. Master shot a huge load into Ken and slapped Ken’s head. Ken, aware that hes not allowed to cum before Master and that he needed Master’s permission to cum begged loudly for permission…. ‘You can cum now sissy faggot” said Master. Ken pumped his cock and squirted fountains of cum all over the kitchen floor, thanking Master profusely at the same time. Ken was ordered to lick every bit of cum from the kitchen floor as Sara set the table for dinner. The 3 dressed in only a t-shirt and underwear then had a normal dinner making it a vanilla affair where they talked about their day and general topics and current events. Some plans were made to attend a popular play and rock concerts. Master and Ken talked about sports and finance while Sara cleared the table and they all moved to the sofas to watch some TV before bedtime. While getting ready for bed, Ken asked Master if he would be in bondage or chastity lock that night and Master shook his head with a half-smile saying he wanted full access to his cock at night. Ken and Sara stripped fully naked and got into bed either side of their Master. Sara almost wearing herself on Master softly kissing him all over glad that he had happened in their lives while Master’s hands were gently wrapped around Ken’s cock. Soon all 3 drifted off to sleep ending an eventful evening controlled by Master.