burmania112

Slavery is not about your desires,
Slavery is about giving to the other

Hubby and I have written a fantasy story.
I think it's really hot. What do YOU think?
Here'is the first chapter:

PART 1
Sherry is taken to the mountains for a weekend at a large, private estate with her husband Patrick.

My name is Sherry and my husbands name is Patrick. In most ways were just your average, mature, couple next door. Patrick owns a construction company and I take care of things on the home front.
The biggest difference between us and our neighbors is that we are a full time lifestyle couple. Our lifestyle consists of BDSM and swinging with other select people. Patrick is my Dominant/Owner and I am his Submissive/slave. We’ve been married over 30 years and the marriage has never been boring. Love & trust and fantastic sex have been a winning receipt for us.
I am 5’2′ and a curvy 140lbs of sexual energy. I’m always ready for whatever Patrick has in mind and he always has something in mind. Patrick is 6′ 1″ tall and 235lbs of tattoos and muscle, a very handsom guy with an enormous sex drive.
We compliment each other in most things especially our sex play. Yeah I use the word “Play” because our relationship is based on a consentual power exchange. We don’t engage in any activity where somebody is forced. I submit because I really like it. I do have a safe word but I have never used it. In truth our activities have never gotten rough enough that I wanted it to stop. There have been times when I went farther than I really thought I would but testing my limits is part of our play. I’m not sure myself what my limits are? All I know is this kind of activity is intoxicating and for us is the strongest form of, well, foreplay I guess. It’s HOT!
Patrick came home from work the other night and said his crew had started a job up in the mountains and the owner was a very interesting guy. I said, “How So?” and his face lit up with one of his killer smiles and he said, “We’re invited up to the estate this weekend and you’ll meet Robert and his wife Suzy then. Meanwhile that’s all you need to know.”
I tried to get more out of Patrick but he just said, “You’ll find out Saturday. The crew isn’t working this weekend so it will be nice and private.”
When Saturday rolled around I showered and dressed in the clothes Patrick had laid out for me. Today I would be wearing black leather jeans, no panties and a sheer red top with a black push up bra and knee high black leather spike heeled Harley boots since we were riding up to the estate.
Patrick has 3 bikes. All Harley’s and today we were riding on the custom Shovelhead he built at home. It has a big inch engine and It sounds good, looks good and the vibrations are oh so good too. It’s my personal favorite of the 3.
We rode out of the city and up into the mountains as Patrick skillfully negociated the curves. The ride was actually shorter than I had expected as we turned off onto a private gated driveway up near the top of the mountains. I noticed a security camera turning to look us over and then the big gate opened and Patrick rolled the throttle on and in we went. I was in awe of the grounds as we rode up towards this huge mansion. Whoever these people were they were rich with a capitol “R”.
We pulled up and Patrick dropped the kickstand and we walked up to the double doors in front. Patrick turned to me and said, “I want you to be a “GOOD GIRL” this weekend Sherry.”
The tone of his voice told me he wasn’t kidding and I replied, “ YES SIR ”. Then he rang the bell.

-Continued in Part 2-