The first thing I wanted to do as soon as Bill left was to get an understanding of what precisely had happened that night. Aside from the simple voyeur aspects of knowing, I also needed to understand how he had seemingly so effortlessly transformed what I thought was a somewhat reluctant participant in the realization of my fantasy into a slut. I couldn't yet say 'eager slut' since I had no idea how she was going to react when given the chance to calmly contemplate what had happened. And to be honest I was curious as well about my own reaction to things once I had the chance to exhale.

One thing was certain: From the time we began getting ready for the party last night and I knew what I had planned and saw how she dressed to when she was returned to me and compelled to perform, I'd found the whole thing the most erotic experience of my life. And I decided then that the last thing I wanted to do was to discourage her or in any way scare her away from pursuing things further.

The image that today most clearly remains in my mind when I closed the door and turned to face her was her standing there, hands still bound behind her back, eyes focused on the floor doubtlessly out of some sense of embarrassment and uncertainty as to my reaction. It was obvious that the best approach was a touch of tenderness and affection. Walking up to her to give her a hug and loving kiss, I softly whispered "that was wonderful dear, absolutely wonderful."

"Oh god . I feel so . so . Peter, I don't know what I feel" she confessed.

"It was an incredible night, wasn't it. You experienced a level of passion you hadn't thought possible, didn't you?" I asked, with a tone that deliberately tried to communicate that I felt no jealousy about the validity of what I had just said.

"Yes. Oh god, he did things to me, made me do things . things I'd never done before. But I was so . I don't know how to describe it. He got me so incredibly turned on. I couldn't say no to anything."

"I guess you learned things about yourself."

"I didn't know I 'd react that way to some of the things he did to me, things that before seemed so naughty. But god, I also found it so erotic. Peter, I don't know if I can really do it again. Do you really want me to become a slut . your slut . his slut?"

It was now or never I decided. She had crossed the line and, frankly, I didn't want her going back. "To be honest, Betty, its been the most erotic 12 hours of my life. I can't describe how turned on I was knowing he was fucking you last night and that you had agreed to let him fuck you. I'll admit that I honestly didn't know how far he'd take it. But even thinking about what had just happened with Bill in the living room makes me hard." And then came my bold admission designed to seal my wife's fate as a slut: "Yes, I want to pursue this further and see where it goes. I'll make this promise: If at any time you want it to end, just say so and it will. But otherwise, I find the idea of Bill and I training you incredibly erotic."

In retrospect, I suspect that's precisely what my wife wanted me to say. Not only had she discovered the hidden repressed slut within herself and now didn't want to bury it, she also needed to hear my explicit approval of what had happened. "Ok," she replied, "I'll do what you tell me to do, whatever that means. Just promise to keep me safe. And promise to love me."

"Of course . always safe. And regardless of what happens now, never question my love. I'll talk to Bill later this afternoon and hear what he has to say and we can go from there."

Despite this somewhat dispassionate exchange, I wanted the eroticism of the morning to continue. I also wanted her to know that it was not only Bill who would control her. "You knew before we even got to the party that I had planned on having Bill to fuck you, didn't you?"

"Yes, you really didn't try to hide that without coming out and explicitly saying it."

'And you decided long before last night, to let it happen, didn't you."

"Yes"

"So you were already a partial slut in your mind when got ready for the party, weren't you?"

"Yes, I suppose that's right."

"And it was Bill who you wanted to fuck, correct?"

"Yes," she answered once again, seemingly uncertain as to whether I approved of her explicit attraction.

"You deliberately wore something especially sexy, something that would turn him on, didn't you?"

"Yes, I knew what you wanted and what he would like," she admitted.

"You would have been disappointed if I hadn't given you to him, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, I'll admit I began looking forward to New Year's Eve months ago. And the more I fantasized about it the more it turned me on. I don't remember his exact words, but Bill even dropped a few hints at the last barbeque. So I knew you had already talked to him."

"Are you glad now that you spent the night with him and fucked him?" I asked point blank.

Without an explicit 'yes' she nevertheless admitted "I think you know how turned on I got from it, how easily he made me lose control."

"So it was even better than in your fantasies, wasn't it?"

"Yes" Feeling almost as if I were nailing down a commitment or a contract, I then asked "and you'll do it again whenever you are told to do it, won't you?"

"Yes," was her whispered yet portentous reply.

I felt no jealousy, but I also felt that I couldn't let Bill alone control her. So as if it were the logical conclusion of what we had just said I commanded her "then get on your knees, slut, and suck my cock."

Even though she was still standing in the wetness of her own piss, hands behind her, I think she instinctually understood my motives and immediately did as told. Unzipping my pants to release a cock, I pressed it against her lips until she opened her mouth and, with my hands holding her head, pushed it in: "suck it, suck it good slut, take it in your throat."

She had only infrequently taken my cock in her throat before, and always seemed to gag and protest a bit. But this time she offered no resistance as my cock slid over her tongue straight into her mouth. I pulled her face hard to me, holding it there so I could feel the muscles of her throat contract around me. Then slowly I began fucking her, all the while saying such things as 'take it slut', 'swallow it slut', 'let it fuck your throat slut' with the emphasis on the word 'slut' so as to get her used to being called one by me.

I wasn't long, of course, before my cock again exploded with what had to be a diminished quantity of cum. But now that she had admitted going to the party with the expectation of fucking Bill, there no longer was any need for a soft touch on my part. As soon as I withdrew my cock, I walked behind her, released the cuffs and told her "you best shower and change . but first clean up your piss." And with that I simply left for the family room to watch TV.

She didn't come down from the bedroom for nearly a half hour, and then only to announce that she really needed to get some sleep . it had, after all, already been a very long New Year's day. But before I said 'OK' I told her to come to me and turn around, whereupon I lifted the hem of her robe to see if the plug was still in her. Sure enough, it was there . a clear sign that she meant what she said when expressing a willingness to be trained. With a pat on the ass aimed to tap the plug in a bit, I said simply "go . get some sleep."

I'll admit to being somewhat tired myself, but before I could doze the phone rang. Sure enough, it was Bill, asking if I wanted to come over to talk.

No question about it . it is convenient to have someone who wants to fuck and train your wife living only a few doors away. After making sure that Betty was comfortably asleep it took me less than five minutes to ring his doorbell and be ushered into his living room. "Peter, your wife would make a superb sub slut. I wasn't sure when you initially offered her to me whether what I was being offered was a simple fuck or something more. I pushed your wife fairly hard last night to see if I hit any limits and not once did she object to anything. She may have been embarrassed at times, but she did everything I told her to do and let me do everything I wanted to do to her. In fact, it was obvious that there was nothing that I did or had her do that didn't turn her on. She was totally mine from the moment she entered my house until I returned her to you this morning. I'll state things bluntly: She was a total slut all night, just as you saw her this morning."

Despite what I had seen and experienced a few hours earlier, I was still somewhat startled to hear him tell me how readily my wife had surrendered. I didn't know yet all that had happened, but never before had my wife and I spent an entire night fucking or even just 'fooling around'. Yet here I was, being told that my wife had been a total slut and in a near constant state of depraved arousal from shortly past midnight until Bill left my house around noon.

"You realize," I interjected, "that I still don't know all that happened or how you got her to what I saw this morning. I know you fucked, whipped and clamped her and even humiliated her by having her piss for you. For reasons other than merely being a voyeur, I would like to know what happened."

"Yes . of course," he replied, "but first we need to agree on where she should be taken and how her training might proceed. Let me begin by saying that when I speak of making her a slut, I don't mean someone who fucks anyone and everyone. She will simply fuck whoever we tell her to fuck. This is also the context in which I speak of making her a whore. I have no desire to pimp her on the street or in bars. That's far too dangerous and disease too great a concern. But I do have some friends who, with your consent, I would like to have use her after she is fully trained."

Images of my wife being gang-banged, of cocks in each of her holes and of being made a fuck toy at parties immediately flooded my mind. 'Is this what I want?' I asked myself. I'm not sure I knew the answer then, but it would be dishonest of me to say that I didn't find those flashing images incredibly erotic.

"I also want to tell you," Bill continued, "that my ex-wife was my slut for nearly a decade, but that we divorced for reasons that had nothing to do with sex. I mention her now to suggest that I've had some experience in the D/s lifestyle. I've also had the pleasure of partially training three other subs. But I haven't trained or participated in the training of another man's wife. So in addition to finding your wife especially sexy and attractive, I also relish the prospect of engaging in the long term intensive training of a married slut in cooperation with her husband. What I think I can offer you is not only a wife who is a more sexual creature than you ever imagined her becoming, but I also think I can teach you what I've learned in becoming a sub slut's Master."

Bill's words conveyed a sense of self-confidence without a hint of arrogance. I liked his style and based, I suppose, on my interactions within my profession, immediately developed a sense that this was someone I could work with. Perhaps not as equals at first, but surely I didn't see myself as merely an appendage to the process of my wife's training. I also sensed that Bill wasn't proposing to train her merely to fuck her. He truly relished the process for its own sake. I would soon learn that all of these impressions were absolutely accurate, but at that point I had to interject "there are so many things to be discussed here such as what our relative roles will be, how available she should be to you, what limits we should set on how she is to be used . not to mention what program you envision for her training."

I felt at that point as if I were asking for a syllabus to some college course, but I then quickly added "it would help me if you could detail a bit how you fucked her last night and how she responded. I also want to clear the table of one issue; namely, I'm not gay or bi. I intend that the focus be strictly my wife."

"Good," he immediately replied. "That's my focus as well and if I thought for a minute that you were in this because you wanted men in some way we wouldn't be having this conversation. Let me add, though, that whether your wife is bi or not, if we proceed all the way in her training, she will be bi when we are done. Right or wrong, I operate under the hypothesis that all women are or can be bi and eventually your wife should be made to experience another woman."

Relieved at what Bill has said about himself and, admittedly, intrigued by the prospect of watching my wife with another woman, I said simply "Good."

"Now let me get on to what happened last night. After she undressed for me upon entering my house and I attached the cuffs to her wrists and ankles I led her to my sofa and had her bend over its back. I could tell she was incredibly nervous and still embarrassed. I could also tell she had no idea what to expect. I raised her skirt and again began playing with her cunt and ass. I still wasn't sure myself at this point whether she was submitting to me because she wanted to or because she was simply doing it for you. But she did get wet fast and once her breathing got heavy I knelt behind her and tongued her until I had her on the edge. But rather than let her cum I know I surprised her by pulling back to attach her ankles to the straps I have on the back legs of the sofa followed by her wrists to the front legs. Peter, you should know that at no stage of this process did she object, try to pull away or even ask me 'what are you doing?' She simply laid there silent and let me tie her down helpless."

Once again my cock was rock hard picturing her bent over with Bill attaching her cuffs to each leg of the sofa the very sofa I was sitting in. And despite what he had just told me, I still had to ask "she never protested in any way?"

"Not at all. I had her pretty hot at the time, but if she was opposed to being tied down helpless she surely still had the presence of mind to say so. That she didn't told me that despite whatever embarrassment she might have felt initially, she had committed herself to experiencing 'it all'. I want to emphasize, moreover, that strapped down as she was, she knew full well she was now totally at my mercy. There was no longer any path of escape except to tell me she wanted to go home -she knew it and at that point never uttered a word!"

"Interesting, since I'm sure she assumed that she was being sent to your house simply to be fucked,"

"I'm sure that was her initial expectation. But whether you realize it or not, your wife is a natural sub slut, whether she knew it or not. What she did need, though, was the excuse to allow herself to be one. I can't say whether she fantasized about being a slut or if it was a latent unconscious desire. But you gave her that excuse by sending her to me and at some point either before the party or when I began to tie her down she took it."

"Oh, I agree. Sexually at least that was a wholly different woman who arrived at my door this morning than the one I thought I'd married. But like you, I don't know what fantasies played in her head and what desires were revealed to her last night for the first time."

"In any event, I continued playing with her and quite easily got her to beg for my cock . to beg for anything that would make her to cum. But rather than my cock I simply brought her off several times with a vibe, using it on both her cunt and her ass. By then she was wholly fuckable and capable of cumming any number of times. That's when I left her to retrieve the riding crop from my bedroom."

Needless to say I wished my wife were there the moment Bill revealed he had whipped her ass and not simply spanked it. Light spankings were all that she had experienced with me, and although I had fantasized about using a crop on her, I never had the guts to buy one and present it to her.

"The trick here," Bill continued, slipping into the mode of teacher, "is to not surprise the slut, but to let her know what's coming. So I showed her the crop and told her that she was going to become intimately acquainted with it. She begged . somewhat unconvincingly I might add . to not use it on her, but what she didn't fully understand was what I meant by 'intimately'. Rather than merely smack her ass with it as a wannabe Dom is likely to do, I used it to play with her . rubbing her clit, pushing it into her cunt, and so on. I then took the handle and slowly worked it into her ass, then fucked her with it while rubbing her cunt and clit until she came again. When training a slut to enjoy a crop, the first thing you must do is get them to cum from it absent the pain. After pulling it out I used it again to play with her, this time telling her she was a slut and a whore. Periodically I'd give her a hard crack across the ass, but would immediately return to using it to excite her. My intent was not to inflict pain for its own sake, but to combine it with pleasure so that the two became one."

I felt at that point as if I were attending a BDSM 101 lecture and that I should be taking notes. Of course, the one thing that would have precluded useful notes then was my throbbing cock. "God that's erotic," was all that I could say in response to Bill unfolding account.

"Well, let me say that I knew she was going to cum, and cum hard when I finally whipped her, so I paused and did the prudent thing . I gagged her. No need for the neighbors to know what was happening in my house. I again built her up to the edge and when she crashed over it I gave her three or four truly hard cracks across the ass. Peter, I bet she came harder then than she'd ever cum before. I thought for a minute she'd pull her hands out of the cuffs, not in an attempt to escape, but from the intensity of her convulsions. Her whole body shook and it was a damn good thing I gagged her or the neighbors would have heard her scream."

It occurred to me then that Bill's description of how he had used my wife was intended not merely to convey facts, but also to make me want to see the whole process repeated. And in that objective he was 100 right.

"Normally, after that, I would give a slut some time to collect her senses. But you have to realize that I still hadn't put my cock in her. So that's what I did . in her reddened ass. I fucked her hard and I'll tell you, she came again at about the same time I spilled my first load of seed into her. Only then did I give her 15 minutes or so to settle down."

'So that was it' I though to myself . 'that was how my sweet innocent wife had another man's cock in her for the first time. She had it shoved up her ass!' I understood, however, that Bill's description of the night was anything by done. He still hadn't gotten to the point of having her piss. And I was certain that he hadn't fucked her only once. So I said simply "about what time was it then?"

"Probably around 2:30 or 3:00AM."

"I'm curious as hell as to what happened next. This is not only arousing, but I'll admit that I want to see all of this repeated again with her. I'm utterly fascinated to learn how slutty my wife can be."

"Trust me, I'm sure you're going to see her be much more of a slut than she even was last night. I'm convinced she has all the potential to become a totally uninhibited slut so much so that if we wanted her to be a true whore, I'd bet she could be. I think that what she ultimately becomes will depend more on us than on her. In any event, to finish up, after she rested for maybe 15 minutes or so I released her and let her lay on the floor for another 15 minutes. You're young but you'll find out eventually that the older you get the longer it takes for a man to recharge. So probably around 3:30 or so I sat where you are now and told her to stand and face me. Betty, by the way, has beautiful tits," he stated with something of a grin, "so how could I resist not clamping them? My preference here is tweezer clips connected by a chain. Not only are they adjustable, but they're not so bulky that they can't be worn under clothing. What you'll find interesting is that when I attached them, making sure they were tight enough to hurt, she simply stood there, occasionally letting out an involuntary whimper from behind her gag, but never moving away or offering any resistance." While trying to picture my naked wife allowing her nipples to be clamped for the very first time, I made a mental note to get a pair for my own use on her. However, I knew they'd only be the first of many purchases so I also made a mental note to ask Bill later what 'toys' he thought I should get.

Bill continued his recounting of the night: "With her standing there naked and gagged . a wonderfully erotic vision I must say . I sat down and told her to finger her cunt while looking me in the eye. She did precisely as told. Clearly, after surrendering psychologically when tied over my sofa, she had decided to 'let it all go' and act without inhibition. It was wise of you, by the way, to loan her out without insisting on watching. I'd bet she couldn't reach this same state with you there."

That was the conclusion I'd reached long ago and was why I arranged things as I had. If I succeeded in having her fucked the first time, there would be subsequent opportunities to watch.

"Soon enough, of course, it was clear she needed to cum. And I'll admit that watching her stand there, breathing hard, fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, her eyes glazed but still focused on me gave me a rock hard erection that needed release. So I allowed her to cum, but immediately thereafter I got up, removed her gag, led her again to the back of the sofa and told her to bend over. That's when I pushed my cock into your wife's cunt for the first time."

I knew Bill had phrased things to emphasize the instant my wife's cunt was his when she became more than a woman who was being pleasured and played with but instead became a shared and fucked wife.

Bill, of course, wasn't finished: "When you make someone a slut by fucking her, you should do so with a purpose in addition to satisfying your own pleasure. In was time to get your wife to admit openly that she craved being a slut and a whore. So with my cock sliding in and out of her, building up to my own climax, I made her answer questions like the ones she answered this morning getting affirmative answers from her as to whether she wanted to be a slut, to be trained, to let me fuck her again, and to become a whore who fucked other men when told to do so."

It was that last question that truly captured my attention: My wife had actually agreed to become a whore and let herself be fucked by other men in addition to Bill. Admittedly, she had agreed only in the heat of passion and I'm sure that the word 'whore' was used only metaphorically. But it was clear that if there had been other men there she would have fucked them as well.

Bill, in fact, sensed that the word 'whore' and drawn my interest in some special way. "Let me tell you Peter, when she answered in the affirmative to letting herself be a whore her whole body shook in one incredible orgasmic convulsion. My cock, needless to say, exploded into her cunt. After that I knew she was drained, and so was I. So I told her to lay down on the sofa and take a nap. She readily agreed and I don't think it took 5 minutes for her to fall asleep. I then went to my bedroom and, after setting the alarm for 7:00AM, did the same. There's no point in pushing things with an exhausted slut."

"Yes," I interjected to his commonsense statement, "I can see the logic of that."

"When I woke up she was still asleep with the clips attached to her tits. To be honest, I had totally forgotten about them. In any event, I left her there until I prepared a light breakfast. I woke her, however, by gently fingering her cunt. Peter, that little slut of a wife of yours nearly came . and maybe she even did . before she was fully awake. She was arching her hips up to meet my fingers even before her eyes opened."

Of course I already knew of my wife's ability to fuck and cum when half-awake in the morning. On more than one occasion we were both too pooped for sex after spending the night out dining and dancing, but with me waking up before her horney as hell and needing to fuck her. I couldn't recall a single instance in which she didn't respond fully to my cock at times like those.

"Without allowing her to get dressed I had her come to the kitchen for breakfast. Few words were spoken, but I was anticipating something that I don't think she had any inkling of the pain she'd experience when I removed her clips. I've tried them on myself to see how they feel and I can tell you firsthand that as much as it hurts when they're first attached, that's nothing compared to what you feel when they're removed and the blood rushes back into the nipples. So once we finished up and cleared the table I made certain she knew her place by telling her to lay over the table on her back, legs spread."

I could readily understand the logic of Bill's actions. By immediately commanding her to make herself available, he wanted to avoid letting her slip into the mode of 'housewife'. In retrospect, all of this now seems natural and wholly logical, but at the time I was still insufficiently experienced with treating a woman as a slut. I simply hoped that my instincts could be sharpened so that I would act as smoothly as Bill seemed to have done with my wife.

"My objective was to introduce her to the pleasure of pain by fucking her and removing each clip at the point of one of her orgasms. If you simply remove the clips and nothing more, they'll only associate pain with them; but if you're timing is right, you can actually make them look forward to wearing the clips no matter what the initial discomfort. However, if I made a mistake then it was in forgetting to gag her. Fortunately my kitchen is away from the neighbors, because you're wife's screams when she came and the clips were removed were piercing. God did that little bitch cum hard, especially when I shot my seed into her!

I don't suppose most husbands like having their wives referred to as little bitches, but in this context it was actually what I wanted to hear her called. I could see her milking Bill's cock with her cunt, pushing her hips up against him as she moaned and screamed in pleasure.

"But now that I had her in the kitchen with her cunt on the edge of the table," Bill continued, "it was time for one additional lesson in humiliation. Stepping aside I slipped two fingers into her cum filled cunt and with her still recovering from her orgasms and the pain in her tits, I ordered her to piss. It makes no sense to order a slut to piss when they can't but she hadn't been to the bathroom since before she left the party. Peter, you'd be amazed at how docile wanton slut she was then and it didnt take a minute before I felt a warm stream hitting the palm of my hand."

I had never even attempted any pee play with my wife. I was sure she'd find the idea repulsive. I had, though, been thinking about it in an entirely incorrect way. Rather than think of it as something she and I were to enjoy together, it needed to be a part of her surrender, her humiliation. At least in the way Bill had my wife perform she was, in effect, being told that she was little more than his submissive slut, his toy to do with as he pleased. Whether she enjoyed pissing for him was irrelevant. The critical thing was that she knew she had to do as she was told.

"After that, of course, I sent her to the bathroom to clean up and get some towels to clean my kitchen floor. Admittedly, I was tempted then to send her back to you, but I wanted to make certain she understood fully her future. I also wanted the time to recharge so I could send her back with a load of undisturbed cum in her cunt. So after she cleaned up I told her to return to my living room, still naked and still wearing the cuffs I attached when she first arrived from the party. Curtly I told her to go to the sofa and assume the position that allowed me to attach her to it. Without a word she did precisely as told so that in minutes I had her bound to it as before. Now, with me gently running a hand over her ass and letting a finger occasionally push into her cunt, it was time for me to ask a series of questions which could only be answered in the affirmative questions such as 'your going to be my slut, aren't you?' 'you're going to let me fuck you again whenever your husband wants me to, right?' 'you're going to let your husband watch me fuck you, aren't you?, 'you're going to tell your husband precisely how I used you, correct?' 'you like the combination of pain with pleasure, don't you?' 'you'll be a whore if that is what I want you to be, right?' and 'if your husband wishes it, you'll travel with me as my fuck toy, won't you?' What's important now, though, is to get a slut to ask to be fucked and not merely agree to be. So with my fingers playing more deliberately with her cunt and ass, I asked her 'what do you want now?' No answer was acceptable until she said simply 'to fuck me' and then to have her repeat that answer several times until she literally begged for my cock."

By that time of course, I craved the opportunity to watch my wife in that circumstance . to see her as a hot little bitch begging for a cock other than my own

"Once I got the answer I wanted in the form I demanded it, I took out my cock and shoved it again into her cunt. Then for the next fifteen or twenty minute I methodically fucked her, ramming it hard into her whenever I thought doing so would send her over the edge to another orgasm. Peter, I have no idea what the upper limit is on the number of times your little whore of a wife is able to cum from a single session of fucking, but I almost certainly didn't reach that limit before my cock again exploded in her. After that, I simply released her from her bounds and told her to get dressed without allowing her to clean up. However, before sending her on her way back to you I again wanted to emphasize to her what a slut she had been by telling her to raise her skirt so I could see my cum leaking out of her cunt. Only then did I usher her out the front door to send her on her way with the words 'tell your husband how you were used and I'll see you shortly'. You know, of course, the rest of the story."

Uncertain what to say next, I simply asked "you never used her mouth?"

"No I didn't . only so many things can be done in a night and there are so many more things yet to be done. But let me ask you straight out . would you consent to letting me fuck your wife whenever I wished and whenever it didn't interfere with your plans?"

There was only one possible answer to that request: "Yes, of course."

"And I assume by your presence here that you agree to have her trained as a sub slut . to take her beyond where she is right now?"

"Yes, as long as her safety is assured and as long as it all occurs in a sufficiently discrete context. I wouldn't want my position at work or in my profession jeopardized by anything."

"No, of course," Bill replied. "But I should tell you now that I was serious about wanting at some point in the future to whore your wife to a few of my friends. A true slut needs to learn that she must serve her owner or owners by allowing herself to be fucked by whoever they choose."

"I understand that and I guess at this point the obvious question is how best to proceed."

"Yes, we have to establish some rules so we don't operate at cross purposes. I'll tell you my general limits. First, I do nothing with shit, nor do I do anything with blood, needles, children or drugs. And I would do nothing that might cause any physical damage or threaten to have your wife arrested."

Not only did I understand how far my wife had come in a single night, but I was beginning to understand how far I had come myself. A mere 24 hours ago the fantasy and plan was simply to have my wife fucked. Now I was sitting here designing an agenda for much more than that. "Yes," I replied as if I had already given the matter careful thought, "those would be my limits as well." "All would be fair game beyond that, although we will want to compare notes on a regular basis," Bill continued. "But if everything is agreeable to you thus far I want to tell you now that I plan on installing some hooks in my bedroom ceiling for her training."

'Wow,' I thought to myself again, 'hooks to hang her from . I'm sure she has no inkling of what's in store for her.' And even though my own imagination could do the work for me, I still had to ask "I assume the hooks are to hang her and make her helpless?"

"Yes, helpless and wholly available. There are a great many ways to train a slut and strip them of their inhibitions when their wrists are stretched out to the ceiling. It wont be long, I think, before I can give you a full demonstration using your wife."

I'm not sure why Bill mentioned the hooks at that time. Perhaps it was simply a warning of sorts as to how extensively and intensely he hoped to use my wife. So even before I could fashion a clear imagine in my mind of my wife strung up as a virtual fuck toy, he continued: "However, let me make several specific suggestions. First, as soon as possible you should make sure you have some essential equipment' of your own: a riding crop, butt plug, nipple clips, gag, blindfold, and dildo vibe. Don't get anything fancy. Simple toys are often more effective than anything else. Later we can consider things like remote controlled vibes, gags of specific designs and a leather hood that would also serve as a gag and blindfold. But for now you only need the essentials. Also, you can keep the wrist cuffs I brought to your house, but I suggest getting another pair for her ankles."

Maybe I was getting carried away with the possibilities, but there was nothing in what Bill said or in its implications that didn't turn me on. "I want to learn as much as I can and I have no objection to anything you've said or suggested thus far."

"A few more suggestions. Borrow my video 'A Story of O' and make Betty watch it. I suggest, in fact, that you somehow tie her helpless in front of the TV and periodically play with her cunt while she watches it. I think you'll enjoy its effect on her. Also . and I leave it to you to offer her this command . tell her to keep a daily diary of her sexual thoughts. Tell her that she will be punished in some unspecified way if you think she is being less than forthright in what she writes."

I could already see how Bill was adding structure to my wife's descent into submission. I wish I had thought of the diary myself long ago as a way for her to communicate her fantasies and desires without having to do so face to face with me. And having read the book, I was already somewhat familiar with 'A Story of O' although I wasn't aware of the fact then that it had been made into a movie. Clearly, Bill was using the video to both arouse my wife but, more importantly, to give her a glimpse of where we planned to take her.

"Finally, I want to fuck your wife again soon so she gets into the routine of being shared. We don't want this to be an occasional thing, but rather a core part of her existence."

"Yes, I understand. When do you want her again?"

"Today is Monday, so send her here Wednesday evening, after dinner. Don't tell her this schedule beforehand. Just make certain she has no plans for that evening and when you finish eating simply tell her to dress as a slut and to go to my house. Call me if those plans need to be changed, but otherwise I will expect her sometime around 7:30PM if that's good for you."

"Excellent. We normally eat around six, shortly after I get back from my office. How long will you want to keep her then?"

"Well, I unfortunately have to work for a living and must get up in the morning ready to go. So I don't think I'd keep her past midnight. Its not so much that I want to fuck her again . which I do, for she does have a nice tight cunt and ass . but I need her one more time alone before the weekend when I think she will be ready to accept having both of us use her together. Keep in mind that she still hasn't had you watch her being fucked. Let me ask then if the two of you will be free this coming weekend?"

To say that I was already then counting the hours until Wednesday understates my enthusiasm for the plans we were laying. "We've nothing planned, and I will admit to being eager . hopefully not too eager . to have her trained as quickly as possible. I'll make certain she's at our disposal then. However, is there anything else I should do before Wednesday evening?"

"Not really. Fuck her as you normally would and show her in your own way that nothing has happened or will happen that can damage your love for her. I'd suggest, perhaps, making love to her tonight as opposed to 'simply fucking' her, but do so without removing the plug from her ass. With respect to that plug, if and when she goes shopping . say for groceries . between now and Wednesday evening, insist that she wear it. That will not only keep her feeling like a slut, but will also remind her that you want her to be one."

I didn't want to seem overly eager . which I was . but at that point I couldn't resist asking "will you have the hooks in your ceiling by Wednesday?"

"Yes, definitely."

"And I assume she is to not be told anything about them until she's at your house?"

"Correct, although I'm sure that once she watches the video she'll have some suspicions as to what's in store for her."

"You mentioned something . I think it was in one of the questions you asked her . about her traveling with you as your fuck toy. Is that your plan?"

"Yes, if that's agreeable to you. Assuming she's available, I wouldn't necessarily take her for more than two or three days at a time when I attend some workshop or trade convention. But on those occasions I would expect her to be totally mine. I should add . and this is thinking quite far ahead . that on some of those occasions I'll want her as a whore with some of my business associates."

Although Bill had mentioned the word 'whore' on several occasions, this explicit reference and the images it occasioned startled me somewhat. But as with everything else we had discussed thus far, those images were intensely erotic. And with my cock already hard thinking about everything, the last thing I wanted to do was to discourage Bill from contemplating my wife as a whore: "I have no problem with that as long as I have some advanced notice." Then, getting somewhat bold, I asked "I also travel occasionally on business. If I don't take her with me, would you want her for the time I was away?"

"Of course. Your wife is a great fuck and I'll take her whenever you want me to. By the way, I assume she's on the pill . I have no desire to make babies."

"Yes she is. We've postponed thinking about kids until I'm more secure in my job. As a university professor I didn't want to plan a family until I had tenure."

"Perfect! Let me also note that I don't know what attire she owns that would be considered slutty. The skirt and top she wore to the party were certainly sex, but she needs more than that . especially when she travels with me."

"She has a few things but nothing that is intrinsically slutty. I've pushed her on occasion to get some especially revealing clothes, with some success but not to the extent that I prefer. I know she needs a good pair of fuck me high heels and its time she got them. And her pert little tits, I suppose, are ideal for dresses that don't allow bras."

"You and I will have to take her shopping then. I know a store in the city that sells precisely what she needs. Perhaps this Saturday you and I can take her there and have her model for us. The modeling alone will loosen her up, especially if there are others in the store. And Im sure we can find things that make her look every bit like an unashamed slut. I'll warn you, though, that if and when she does travel with me, I'll insist that she dress in ways that make that fact that she's my sub slut wholly obvious. Obvious enough that the men I introduce her to will assume I brought her there to be fucked." "Again, I have no problem with that," I immediately said, even though I still hadn't wholly adjusted to the idea of my wife as a whore. Despite her performance that morning, it still didn't fit with my image of her. Nevertheless, as I said to Bill, "I enjoy displaying her publicly as much as possible. Of course, we have to be discrete here, but if out of town where no one knows her I'd put no limits on how slutty she is dressed."

"Great . we're on the same wavelength. The only limits I place on how slutty I would have your wife dress is to make certain she isn't arrested for indecent exposure or turned away from any restaurant to which I might take her." Bill then added a critical addendum to our conversation: "Its my sense that you want to be more than a simple cuckold . that you want to dominate your wife as much as I do."

I immediately agreed and was somewhat surprised that we hadn't addressed this fact from the very beginning of our conversation. "Yes, that's right," I replied.

"Its not easy for a sub slut to have two Masters. There is always the potential for us to work at cross purposes. So we are going to have to coordinate carefully and when one or the other of us uses her, to keep the other fully informed of everything that happened including, if necessary, any cause for punishments and the nature of those punishments."

As best as I could recall, that was the first time the word 'punishment' had entered our conversation and it brought me sharply to the realization that Bill was leading my wife and I fully into the world of D/s. I realized that that had been implicit in all that had been said to this point, but still, that word pointedly underscored everything.

"Yes, of course," was my simply reply. But now sensing that we had reached full agreement on the essential points and that any further planning would be superfluous to 'learning and planning by doing' I decided then that it was a good time to return home. But not before I sealed' our agreement that my wife was to be his again Wednesday night: "I'll make certain she feels like a slut more than once between now and Wednesday and will send her to you by 7:30."

"Ok, see her then . enjoy her as you wish in the meantime."