Slut Boy Mega Collection – Volume One

Slut Boy Mega Collection – Volume One

In his latest collection of short-stories, Lance Edwards paints a vivid picture of female perversion and the desire of some women to control her man.

Fans of Mr Edwards, and his take on the dominant and controlling woman, will not be disappointed with his tales of slut-boys and their female masters.

EXCERPT

 

It’s nine forty-five a.m. when I step from the shower and towel off. Naked, I comb and

shake out my better-than shoulder-length curly-at-the-ends sandy blonde locks. Being fair-skinned

I seldom need to shave, so I merely brush my teeth. Then I’m reaching for my robe

when my wife barges right into the bathroom without knocking.

 

“Good morning, Birthday Boy!”

 

“Hi, Kori.”

 

“You don’t need to worry about that robe. You won’t need it.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“You’re not going anywhere today, and you’re not going to be wearing any clothing either. I

just called in to work for you. I’ve got the most unbelievable birthday surprise in store for you

today! I’ve got everything meticulously planned out, and I can’t wait to get started. Come into

the living room with me.”

“Okay.”

 

Slender, petite and willowy, her golden-blonde hair a shade lighter and twice as long and

wavy as mine, lovely Kori is as effortlessly gorgeous as always despite being rumpled and

tousled from sleep. Her stunning beauty renders me absolutely powerless, and throughout three

years of marriage she’s always worn the pants in our relationship. As always I obey her without

question. Naked, I follow her though the house until she directs me onto the narrow, glass-topped

steel coffee table by the TV.

 

“Here, sit down on the end of the coffee table, straddling it. Then lie back.”

 

“Okay.” Curious, excited, and even a bit unsettled I do as directed. Surely something

extraordinary is in store, and I’m already getting an erection as I lie back on the cool glass table.

Kori smiles sweetly, kneeling next to me, and then she takes my arms and pulls them around

underneath. Before I can properly credit her intentions, she’s snapped a pair of handcuffs on me,

locking me down on the table with my hands behind my back.

 

“What—” I begin, but she silences me right away.

 

“Shush! I told you this was going be an unbelievable birthday surprise – a whole lot of

surprises, actually. But first things first: you didn’t know I was into bondage, did you?”

 

“Um…no dear.”

 

“Well I wasn’t – until I started studying your hidden computer files, you sicko. Then I

started getting into all kinds of kinky things. I had no idea you were such a sick little pervert!

Well, unfortunately for you, I’m also a total pervo now. And this is going to be a birthday you’ll

never forget, my secret-sissy closet-cuckold ultra-submissive husband. I’m going to make your

most disgusting dreams come true – in spades, as they say!” She giggled richly here at some

private joke, and then continued. “And if all those desperately compelling dreams of yours turn

out to be nightmares in reality…well, all that I can say is that’s often the case with sexually

deviant dreams like these.”

 

I’m so stunned and complexly affected by all this that I can’t seem to catch my breath. I

barely register it as Kori spreads my knees out wide; then bends my shins back around the steel

legs and underneath the table, where she shackles my ankles together. Then she links these

restraints to the cuffs on my wrists, effectively hog-tying me to the living room table. Laughing

merrily again at my goggle of alarm, my blush of shame, and most of all at my ridiculously

urgent erection, she looms over my spread-out supine body.

 

“Ha-ha, look! Someone here agrees that you’re a sicko pervert deviant!” She points at that

throbbing, bobbing monster, then slides a pillow under my head, propping my face up to

confront it. I eye my accusing penis unbelievingly, almost appalled at the length, thickness, and

steely color I’ve somehow attained. But unfortunately, my current transcendent state of arousal is

the very least of what Kori intends to confront me with today. Once she’s satisfied with my

positioning, and my complete and utter helplessness, she pushes the television stand even closer,

right over next to me, where it’s nearly impossible to look at anything else. Then she slides a

tape into the VCR.

 

“It’s going to take me a while to shower and dress myself, and to round up the rest of what I

need for your big day today. I don’t want you to get bored in the meantime. So I’m going to play

this very special birthday tape for you. I made it after I read your diary, you see, and saw your

picture collection and all the web sites that you’ve been visiting. I hope you enjoy it, pervert-boy.

I had an absolutely fabulous time making it.”

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