No

Right now, if I decide to waste time and get changed, I will appear weak and indecisive to this man. So much so that he may even get the courage to suggest even more stuff to try when I am in a **** state. I fear that in that state, I might not have the will power to refuse him. So the pending destruction of my clothing is just another thing to make me even more pissed off. Attempting to appear strong, I placed both of my hands on my hips and says: “I am ready when you are.”

His disappointment is quietly replaced, by his surprise, “Ok, then follow me, and we will get started right away.” Without waiting, he grabs my hand and pulled into the dungeon. “Lay here.” It is easy to tell that his demanding tone is hiding his unsureness. It actually gives me confidence knowing that even as he chained my body to a table, I was still in control. I gently pull against my restraints once my body was tethered into an x position. There is nothing fake about them, I am secured to the table, and I am not going anywhere. Even at that, I could still tell that the strong buff black man, who now is dressed only in his boxers, is waiting for me to tell him to continue, “Well, why don't you go let my husband in so we can get started.”

He nodded, turned around, and opened the door, allowing my husband to quietly enter before taking a seat in the corner. “Chris honey, this man... and only this man, is going to do whatever he wants with his body to my body. You understand?” Even though I was addressing Chris, I was staring at the other man. The man understood I was addressing him, and he silently nodded, out of the corner of my eye, I also saw my husband nodding.

“Good now, Mr....”

The man answers, “You may call me, master.”

Master, it is. I can work with that, I thought to myself. “Good now, Master, if you would begin taking ownership of my body.”

He crawls onto the table and places his knees on either side of me. “Ownership, you say.”

“Yes, my body and everything on it is yours to do what you want to WITH YOUR BODY.” I made sure to put extra effort into the last part.

His hands grab the neckline of my dress. “Everything on it.”

I knew what he was getting at, I liked this dress, but I didn’t want to seem weak, so I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Master I told you before... EVERYTHING ON IT.” He gave me the wickedest of grins before turning to my husband and asking him, “This is a nice dress; how much did it cost.” His hands slowly run over the curves of my dress

“I don’t know... I have only seen her wear it once... For our anniversary dinner a few years ago.” My husband answered. I actually forgot that I bought this dress for our anniversary dinner two years ago, but right now, it didn’t bother me, but it clearly bothered Chris. Chris’s voice cracked as he continued to speak, “If I had to guess, she likes expensive dresses, so it had to be more the 250.”

Chris is right I like expensive dresses, but he is wrong about the price. It was more like 400, but the man didn’t ask me, so I didn’t see the need to tell him.

Master laughs as his peck muscles bulge and with one impressively powerful pull, he rips my dress in two before throwing it towards my husband. It lands on Chris’s face before the fabric tumbles to the ground and forms an unorganized pile. The man's rough, strong hands then slowly combs down my body. Once they find my hips, they grip on tight, and with expert skill, he slides his hips off my stomach and lands between my legs.

“Tell my sorry husband what you’re going to do to me.”

His wicked grin grows, “Oh my dear friend, I am going to take my big black cock and fuck the shit out of your wife.” His cock pops out of his boxers, and then forces its way through my black silk panties. His massive veiny cock pulls my panties inside my pussy with it. At this point, I am thanking myself for choosing silk panties. Cloths panties would quickly make my pussy raw. At least the silk ones are providing a smooth path for his massive cock to slide on. All I would need is for my pussy to go raw as his cock splits me like nothing else has done ever before. For the women reading this, have you ever seen the commercial for the ‘BIG BLACK ONE.’ Well, lets just say ‘Master’ at his full length isn’t far off. The add I saw said it could take u[ to a year to work up to it from the size of what my husband is. Me... I am **** to take it all at once. When I felt him stroke my cervix, I look down between my legs in horror as four full inches still remain outside of me. The man groans as he slaps my still bra covered tits “Hay man, I bet your tight ass wife can feel my cock all the way up in her throat. You must have a small cock for her to be this tight. But don’t worry, my cock is shaping her pussy right now. If she ever lets you touch her again, she won’t even feel you inside her."

He is right, his cock is shaping my pussy. After this, my husband’s cock will fill like a noodle in an Olympic size pool, but that is the price he has to pay. But at the moment It hurts… a lot. I mean, I am being split by a massive object from my cunt up. Being a good girl, I have never before referred to it as a cunt before after it being treated like this I can’t think of anything else it should be called. But behind the pain, there was a joy. A joy of ****… but not just ****, there was something else. Something that at the present moment. with my cunt stuffed to its fullest, something I just can’t label.