Free Faithfully (Club Decadence) by Maddie Taylor

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    “ I can’t believe it!”  He knelt next to her laughing and pulled her into his arms.  “Do you know how thankful I am for you, baby?  I don’t know any other husband who has a wife who loves him and wants to please him as much as you.  I love you for that.”
    Looking at him a little embarrassed, she quipped. “Maybe you don’t know any because your friends' wives are kinky closet nymphos like me.”
    “Ha!  I can’t see Mable Lindstrum baring her ass for Marty’s paddle, can you?”
    The thought brought on a fit of giggles in Joanna who finally sucked in breath enough to say, “Oh Master, that’s the funniest thing… she must be… 250 pounds… to his 120.”  Wiping the tears from her eyes, an occasional giggle rippled through her before she took a breath and sighed.  “Stop making me laugh so I can show you your present.”
    She slipped her finger inside one of the arm rests and popped it off.  She then snapped it into place between the two legs on the side and it became a kneeler.  She pointed out the eyebolts hidden beneath the fabric and where they could be affixed at the bottom of each leg.  “Here are the instructions.  They claim there are over thirty variations for positions.  But I’ll let you figure them all out.  Then you can surprise me.”
    “This has to be one of the most unique gifts I’ve ever gotten.”
    “Yes, and we don’t have to hide it away from the kids or company.” She handed him a key and lifted the seat to reveal a storage area and numerous accessories. 
    Peter, with his engineering training , started rummaging through the bench and said, “I bet I can come up with fifty.”  He pulled out a pole and after only a minute of studying it, figured out how to attach it to the end.  He quickly had its mate attached to the other leg and looked at her with a wicked grin.  “This is going to be really fun, baby.  Thank you.”
    “I hope I’ll enjoy it as muc h as you will, Master.”
    “I’ll make sure that you do.”
    She watched as he quickly disassembled the restraint bars and kneeler then sat on the new bench and hauled her across his lap.  She had been aroused since she heard him walk in the front door, now he would be seeing her naked in the slave position.  She was nervous about telling him her fantasies but if she couldn’t tell Peter she’d have to take them to the grave unfulfilled.
    As they snuggled and he petted her , he murmured into her ear.  “I really like it when you call me Master.”
    “I do too, Master.”  Blushing and rubbing her hand across his lightly haired chest she averted her gaze shyly.  “I have another gift for you if I don’t lose my nerve first.”
    “How can you be shy after all these years?  I’ve touched, licked and fucked every square inch of you hundreds of times.  And now, you’ve given me a bondage bench.”
    “I know, but you can’t touch, lick or fuck my brain.”
    “Well, I’d have to argue about that last one, babe.  Part of the fun of D/s is the mind-fuck after all.”   He kissed her neck as his hand toyed with a distended nipple.
    “ Wait; let me get your other gift before we get carried away.”  She pushed out of his arms and crossed to her nightstand retrieving a letter size envelope.  “Happy anniversary, honey, I hope you like it.” 
    She sank to her knees in front of him and settled against him to watch his reaction with bated breath.
    Peter unfolded the papers in the envelope and read in bold print at the top:  Pleasure Slave Contract.  Again he was surprised, but he quickly scanned the contract which read like a legal document. The slave’s role was defined as agreeing to submit to Master in all ways.  The master’s role was defined as accepting responsibility for the slave’s body with commitments to use, train, punish and love his slave as he sees fit.  Punishment was defined as well as the inability to use safe words except under certain specific requirement as