I am a sound sleeper, but I was surprised to find myself handcuffed naked when I awoke that morning.  My husband had already left for work.  My wrists were cuffed in front of me, so I could bathe and clean the house (I don't work).  He had tried to talk me into being submissive, but I wouldn't agree.  I guess he took matters into his own hands.  I felt something on my neck.  When I looked in the mirror, I could see a shiny chrome necklace with an "O" ring in the front.  I tried to remove it, but it was locked somehow.  I busied myself during the day waiting for him to come home and unlock me.  I did get wet from excitement.

He called before he came home.  I was instructed to take a shower, perfume my body, put on garters and hose, and put on sexy make-up.  I did as he asked.  By the time he arrived, I was positively leaking.  When he walked in the door, I begged him to fuck me.  He shushed me and opened the bag he was carrying.  It contained a black velvet cape.  He put it on me and buttoned the front.  I looked in the mirror to see that the tops of my stockings were clearly showing, along with the bottom of my ass cheeks.  He clipped a chain leash to my collar and led me into the garage.  More than once, he had bent me over the warm hood of his car and fucked me doggy-style.  I was looking forward to that when he opened the car door and put me in the passenger seat.  He kissed me lovingly and shut the door.

When he start moving the car out of the garage, I was scared about what he was going to do with me.  I tried to ask, but he ordered my silence, calling me his "slave whore".  We drove for at least an hour and parked by a seedy looking porn shop.  He had tried before to take me to a porn shop, but I had always refused.  Now I couldn't refuse.  Before he led me inside, he warned me to be quiet, lest I draw attention to myself.  When I stood up, he raised the cape, unlocked one wrist from my front, and relocked the cuffs behind my back.  He didn't bother to lower the cape, and my cunt and ass were both on display.  

I didn't speak as we entered, but all eyes were upon me.  He stopped at the desk and bought tokens.  Then he led me back to a hallway with booth doors.  He pulled me into a booth.  He whispered to me, "Do you want to be fucked, slave whore?"  I had never been so horny in my life, so I answered honestly, "Yes".  He made me beg loudly and call myself a slave whore.  I could hear someone trying to open the door, but it was locked.  I kept loudly begging to be fucked like a slave whore as he unbuttoned the top of the cape pulled my nipples.  When he stuck fingers in my cunt, I moaned loudly as I had a massive orgasm.  I thought that he would be pleased, but he stated that he had not given me permission to cum.  He stuck his wet fingers in my mouth and said, "Now you are going to need more foreplay.  Perhaps someone out there would be willing to help."

He took the cape off and unlocked the door.  Three guys were standing there.  He pushed me, naked and cuffed, to the front of the doorway.  Six hands began exploring my intimate body parts.  At first, I was horrified.  Gradually, I became turned on.  I started enjoying their rubbing, pinching, and fingering.  I started moaning.  He pulled me back and somehow managed to lock the door again.  I again begged to be fucked as a slave whore.  Holding me up by the leash, he bent me over and plunged into my cunt.  If I stopped begging, he withdrew until I started begging.  I started asking permission for this slave whore to cum.  He denied me until he was ready, then he turned me around and shot all over my face.  Then he sat down and ordered me to ride his fingers.  It was embarrassing, but I didn't care. I came on his hand twice.  Then he made me lick his fingers.

He put the cape on me with only the bottom buttoned.  My tits were in full view and cum had dripped from my face onto them.  Of course, my slave whore face was covered in come.  This is the view that was had as I was walked by each man in the porn shop and the parking lot.  He removed the cape as he put me in the car.  He played with my tits the whole way home.  Luckily, no neighbors were up to see this slave whore naked and begging to be fucked as we pulled in the garage.

He has since removed the cuffs, but I greet him in heels, garter, and collar when he comes home-nothing else.  A good slave whore no longer needs cuffs.  I am more deeply in love than ever before.