When I got married, I had been on the pill. We had sex before marriage and lots of sex in the first years of marriage. Our sex was fairly vanilla, with a few exceptions. After a couple of years, he wanted children, so I quit taking the pill. We were still having lots of sex, but no pregnancy. We tried timing the sex with my cycles, still no luck. We went to a fertility specialist, no luck. Finally, test proved that I was never going to bear a child. We talked about adopting. I was for it, but he said that it wouldn't be the same. Slowly our sex life faded. I started doing things to try to entice him. I dressed sexy, didn't work. I dressed like a slut, didn't work. I greeted him at the front door on my knees. He enjoyed the oral, but wasn't interested in shagging me after. I started bringing home porn films. It worked at first, then it faded. One day I brought home a film with bondage. That seemed to excite him, and I got what I needed. Once you open a door, it can be hard to close it. With my consent, he started tying me up. I didn't like it at first, but it was the means to an end. And I needed the end. Slowly, I started to like being tied up and helpless. He would leave me for what seemed like hours. I would lay there, getting wetter by the hour. He would bring home bondage films for me to watch while tied. When he finally made love to me, the anticipation and the porn film would help me cum hard and often. I thought that we had reached a good place in our marriage. I was enjoying just lying on the bed with my hands and feet tied to the four posts while he teased and took me. I started to notice that the bondage films were transitioning to bondage and discipline. He started just whipping me with some light whips. That wasn't too bad. It even got me more excited. Then he brought home some hand irons for me to wear. Then he added a collar and a leash, and he started penetrating me doggy style over the table. I humored him, greeting him at the door naked with my collar and leash on and handing him the hand irons to put on me. Sometimes, he would make me stand beside his chair while he watched BDSM and finger me to an orgasm. Then he would put me on my knees and fuck my face. I didn't swallow at first, but that changed. One evening, he had me in my hand irons which were tied to a hook in the ceiling. While bent over, I was hoping for a tease and a doggy style penetration. He brought out a cane and caned my bare bottom. I was both scared and incredible turned on. I had at least four orgasms when he finally fucked me. I was crying when he freed me. I was fulfilled, but very frightened. I was afraid what might happen next. I asked for a divorce. He had the papers drawn up, and we both signed them. He already owned the house and paid all the bills, so I got nothing but out. My freedom meant that I had to start working at a low paying job. I missed my fine house while I lived in a low-rent flat. Men were interested in me, and I went out with some of them. They were gentleman who would often lick and love me tenderly. I discovered that tender wasn't doing it for me. I asked a couple of the men to tie me up, but they refused and wouldn't ask me out again. I was excessed from my job, and I couldn't pay my bills. I was desperate. I put on my sexiest dress and went to his house. He wasn't home, but a beautiful blonde woman was there. She let me in and called him. After talking to the blonde, he talked to me. I begged him to let me come home. After he refused, I said I would do anything. He said "Take off your clothes and put your hands behind your back." After I stripped, the blonde came back with my old hand irons and fastened me. Then she put my old collar and leash on me and tied the leash to the stair rail by the front door. There I stood and waited. He came in the front door and closed it. He looked me over. I started to talk, and he shushed me. "Anything?" he asked. I nodded yes. "Good, you are learning that a slave doesn't talk unless ordered." He slapped my face. I could feel my dampness growing. He slapped my breasts across the nipple. Dampness growing more. "Spread your slave legs." I did, and he rubbed me. "You are enjoying this, aren't you little slave slut?" I nodded again. He stuck his fingers in my mouth. I licked them clean. "Turn around and face the stairs." I did, and he left. He came back. I couldn't see, but I sensed the blonde woman was with him. "Ex wife, this is Slave. She is my slave. You are my slave, but you are also her slave. You are a Sex Slave 2. She will see to it that you do all the housework properly. By properly, I mean naked. Your hands will not be shackled, but your legs will be locked in a spreader bar. She will also make sure that you are exercised to keep your body in proper condition. She will not whip you, but she can slap and spank you if you deserve it when I am not home. Do you understand and agree?" I nodded in the affirmative. "Attach the spreader," he commanded his Slave. "Hand me the cane." Oh no, not the dreaded cane. My mind went wild with fear. It must have shown on my face. "If your slave cunt is dry after I start, I might stop." The first blow landed on my tender butt. I screamed. They both laughed. "Do you want to say something slave slut?' As I shook my head no, the second blow landed. He reached in between my legs. "Just as I thought slut, you are soaked." I am just going to cane you ten more times. Blow after blow landed as I cried out. By the time he was finished, tears were running down my face cheeks and my ass cheeks felt like they were on fire. They untied me and tied my hand irons to a rope tied to a hook in the ceiling. "I need a good fucking," he said as he took off his pants and sat on the couch. Slave took off her dress. She was wearing suspender stockings, but no knickers. She climbed on and slid up and down on his cock. I watched them, wishing I was her. "I don't need your slave slut cunt anymore, I have another slave," he said. After a while, he got up and untied me. Then he sat down, and they resumed fucking. He pulled me to him by my leash and inserted fingers in my slave slit. God, it felt so good. I don't know how many times I climaxed watching them fuck as he fingered me.