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Thread: The Perfect Wife (randomname and Tia)

It was that special time for a tradition to take place between to families. The end result would give twenty year old Tyler Anderson a new wife. This woman was guaranteed to be The Perfect Wife. After all, she had been trained all years of her life to be his wife and slave, but she didn't even know it. To start of with, Tyler was starting his Junior year of college. Now, he could live in an apartment just off the large campus where he could easily commute back and forth. His major was business management and his ultimate goal was to run a company. Already filthy rich growing up in a wealthy family, he always got everything he wanted. That didn't make him a spoiled brat, though. His intelligence was excellent and his skill on the football field was incredible. As a Junior, he is now starting at running back for the college, on the verge of shattering a few school records this year. At six feet and four inches tall with a perfect smile, he always stood out in a crowd. Not to mention he was quite a nice, kind man. In all senses, he was the total package. That's why it was so strange no one ever heard of him doing anything significant with a girl before. But the real reason was that he'd have a wife ready for him. Between the special woman's family and his own family, there was a tradition. The daughters were to be raised, sheltered, and ordered to submit and obey to every last command given to them. At age eighteen, she would be given in marriage to the young man of the other family. That's what was going on today. In fact, the woman never had any contact with anyone outside her family other than himself. Her parents taught her and beat into her head that the boy that lived next door that she spoke to sometimes was her king. That one day, she would serve him proudly. And that was the day. Tyler was waiting outside wearing just a nice blue v-neck t-shirt and khaki shorts. Just a casual wear. Soon enough, two stylish cars pulled up. One his parents and the other his new wife. Legally, they were already married. Paperwork was filled out and all that was missing were the rings, which Tyler had inside his apartment. Upon Tyler's request, his wife would be dressed in a short, inappropriate red dress that left nothing to the imagination for both her ass and her breasts. Her bra and panties would be a matching red. And her heels would be a nice, stylish black. She would have a collar around her neck and a chain attached as a leash. Finally, her hands were to be tied with rope behind her back. She was led out by her father and her mother handed Tyler the bag of sex toys and bondage restraints and anything else he desired. Once she was led out, Tyler approached the young woman and smiled, running his hand through her long hair. You look exquisite... He whispered, lips trailing up and down her neck. Tyler planned on wasting little time with getting familiar with her.
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All of her life had come to this moment and Felicity was full of anticipation and delight at the prospect of being Tyler's wife. She had been trained her whole life to belong to this man and couldn't wait to belong to him, to submit to him and to be everything he wanted her to be. She had been raised in a very sheltered childhood, trained by her mother, her father and her brothers in order to be the perfect wife. She had often worried that maybe she would not be good enough for Tyler, that he would not accept her and yet here, today, she was. They were already married, that had been dealt with by Tyler's father who was a lawyer. At eighteen now, she was ready to serve her husband and to become a woman. The anticipation had built in her and she was trembling with a whole range of emotions that she did not understand but she knew that she was ready to begin her life. Her mother had dressed her, in a short red dress which she would never previously have been allowed to wear. It had no sleeves and wasn't full and to her ankles as all her previous clothing had been. Cut so low that her full breasts were obvious and her nipples just peeking over the top of the v, she had looked at her mother in surprise but she looked at her mother and her mother had smiled. 'Look at you, ready to submit to your Master, my darling girl' she had said and brushed her hand across Felicity's hardened nipples. The collar around her neck she wore as proudly as she would wear her wedding ring. The leash, which her father led her out by was part of that and she stepped out of the car, her father holding her leash and Felicity kept her eyes lowered demurely to the ground. Her hands were tied behind her back and she watched secretly as her mother handed Tyler the bag. Felicity didn't know what was in there, but her mother and older sister had trained her the best they could. Her mother was as demure as she should be, keeping her eyes low and to the floor as she handed Tyler the bag. As her husband approached her, Felicity kept her head down and her gaze to the floor. Her blonde hair fell forward and her breasts rose and fell as her breathing quickened. Her nipples were hard against the material of her dress as he stepped towards her. She moved her head so that she leaned into his hand as he ran it through her hair and she stood, in her red dress, red bra and panties, tied and collared for him. As soon as his lips touched her neck, Felicity moaned with pleasure and gasped. My husband. My Master. Father has given me to You and i am a willing gift she whispered, gasping at the feel of his hands and lips on her. Her father then smiled at him and clapped him on the shoulder. My gift to you, Tyler. She's been trained by her mother and sister in the best way she can be without being close to a man, by her brothers and me in terms of submitting and accepting punishment. I hope she pleases you he said and put the leash into Tyler's hand. Felicity kept her head down but her breathing quickened.
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To be honest, there was no telling how many times Tyler had imagined this moment. Every time he could steal a glance at the beautiful girl, all modest and clothed, being taught right from wrong he would think of this moment. As surreal as it may be, Tyler knew this was the reality now. No longer would the prospect of owning the blonde woman and having her be his wife be just imaginary. This was true and this was real. Her first words to him as his slave were so sweet and her words were layered with honey. Perhaps it wouldn't be the traditional reaction from a Master, but Tyler was overcome with excitement and joy. Then again, why not be excited about your new slave and wife? He brushed the thought aside and decided to let his raw feelings take over. When her father talked to him and handed him the leash, it signified handing her over to him completely and a grin graced his lips. Thank you, sir. I'm proud to have your daughter as my wife and slave. I now she will please me. I'm happy to have her forever. Tyler told the man then shook hands with him. The women of the family kept behind the man with their eyes down and hands clasped together. Tyler's mother was the same way with his father and after a hug given to his father and a goodbye, they were gone. Felicity's father was more than happy to give her over because he'd watched him grow up into a strong, well-behaved young man. His own father helped with that but also introduced him to his position above the woman. Now all his fantasies could be lived out as he was told. Soon enough, both families had departed and Tyler was alone with his wife. Let's go inside, my wife. He cooed to her, tugging on the leash gently and leading her inside. Once inside the spacious apartment, he closed the door and led her right on to the bedroom. The leash was tied to the headboard of the bed before Tyler walked back in front of the bound woman. With a smile on his face, he let two fingers gently caress her chin and lift up her head. Still smiling, he pressed a kiss to her lips, the free hand resting on her waist. Her lips were so pure and innocent and sweet. Knowing that no one had ever kissed her, touched her, or fucked her in such a way was reassuring. She was truly his in all forms. After pulling back from the kiss, he stepped back just a bit as if checking over his product, which that's exactly what he was doing. Welcome home. Felicity. This is your life now. Here, with me. Forever. I know you'll serve me well... He whispered, reaching up to stroke her hair again. This was a bit overwhelming too to be honest. All these desires and he didn't know where to begin! But he was calmed by the fact, knowing she had no expiration date. That this was the woman he'd happily be with forever. So time was not an issue. Please, sit with me. Let me go over some rules. Tyler spoke in a gentle voice that was still laced with his dominance showing through. He was the Master and he'd always let her know.
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As her Father and her Husband spoke, shaking hands and discussing the business deal that was her ownership, Felicity kept her head down and her eyes locked on the floor as she had been taught. Normally, she would keep her hands clasped together in front of her, but her hands were tied behind her back and so she stood and felt the collar tug gently as her Father passed her ownership on to her Husband. The families left and Felicity stood, meekly, as they did. Her Father did not speak to her, but she would not expect Him to. Her Husband Tyler tugged on her leash and she moved with him, keeping up but making sure that she was always behind him as was appropriate. He led her straight to the bedroom, which Felicity had expected and he tied her leash to the headboard. At the gentle touch of his hand, she moaned slightly, standing and shivering in front of him, trembling with pleasure. He kissed her and she returned it, leaning into him and kissing him back. Then, he stood back and examined her, looking at his new property and Felicity stood still. She had been taught to await Tyler's pleasure and when he told her to sit, she bowed her head. Thank you she said quietly, sitting just a moment after he had it would be rude and would provoke her Father's punishment if she ever sat down before everyone else. As the youngest women, she was the lowest in the pecking order. So she sat, very aware of how revealing her dress was and yet she did as she was bidden, sitting with a straight back but her eyes downcast and looking at the floor. Her leash was tied to the headboard and her hands were tied behind her back. She had to show that she knew that he had spoken, she must respond to him in order to show her respect and so she spoke quietly. I look forward to your instruction, my husband and Master she whispered and then lapsed into silence to listen and learn about the rules that he would give her.
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Now, look at me, my wife, as I speak to you. That will be your first rule. Look me in the eyes when I talk. Tyler demanded with a soft voice before raising his large hand to her cheek, gently stroking her skin again that was just so soft and perfect to touch. What more could he ask for in a wife? The next rule is very, very important. You should never talk, flirt, kiss, fuck, or do anything with another man. Do you understand me? If we go out to a party and a male tries to talk to you, you do not answer. You do not look at him. You treat him like scum and walk away. You must remember who's slave you are. You are my slave and my wife. Not anyone else's. No one can love you or care for you like I can. And never under any circumstance should you talk with another man. If you break this rule, there will be no punishment. All I will do is disown you and send you back to your father as a failure. I expect you to be one hundred percent loyal to me as your husband and Master. Under no circumstances will you be shared. Despite knowing it was common practice to let slaves be used freely with friends and family, Tyler would never allow it. In his mind, she was his toy, his wife, his everything. His. Not to be shared, not to be whored out. Under no circumstance would he allow this to happen. Not for money or power or anything. That's something that was out of the question. And if Felicity were to ever break this rule, he'd no longer love her or want her. He wouldn't care what happened to her. However, with the way she was raised, he highly doubted that would ever be an issue. he trusted her with everything. I know you won't disappoint me, though. So let's not worry about it. Just remember that, okay? Next, you are to call me Master, your husband, my name, and as your love. I do love variety and I expect you to mix the names up when referring to me. However, when we are in public you should always direct me as My Love. That's what I expect from you. After telling her this, he reached down and untied her hands from behind her back and even undid the collar. He'd have to get her a customized collar sometime soon... Then, he untied the leash and set those items beside of the bag. For the moment, he wanted her to be free because soon enough, she would be his little bondage toy to explore his deepest fantasies. Returning beside of her, he grabbed her left hand, taking out one of the exquisite, glorious wedding bands and sliding it onto her appropriate finger before doing the same with his own. Doesn't this look beautiful? He murmured, just admiring her left hand, seeing how perfect it looked and then kissing the palm of her hand.
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He told her to look at him and she did, immediately. Her gaze moved immediately to his and she watched him, not dropping her gaze at all as he spoke. She did not speak as he gave her his instructions. She moved her head as he stroked her cheek, tilting her head into his hand and she listened carefully to him. She was to look him in the eyes when he spoke. She was not to speak or flirt, kiss or fuck with any other man. That was more than alright with her, men scared her, she did not want to speak with any man other than Tyler or her father or brothers. And when he said that she would not be shared, she could not help but that she smiled slightly in relief. She knew that her father shared her mother, her brothers shared their wives but Felicity wanted to belong to Tyler, just to him and no one else so she listened to the instruction and she nodded her head, but not ever dropping her gaze from him as he spoke. She had wondered what she should call him and she considered that a variety between Master, Tyler, my Love. He liked variety and she knew that it was her job, her pleasure and her privilege to be what he liked. When in public, though, it was 'My Love' and so it would be. Then he reached down, untied her hands and undid her collar. She was surprised that he undid the collar, her mother always wore hers and so did her brothers' wives, but she tried not to let that show. She was his to own, his completely and if he did not need to collar her, then he did not it was not hers to question. As he slid the wedding ring on to her finger, she looked down at it and then he spoke so she lifted her eyes to him. Thank You, my Husband she said, genuinely and she did not drop her gaze from him. The wedding ring was absolutely beautiful and she watched as he seemed to be pleased by the very sight of it. It gives me more pleasure than I have words for, because it symbolises how I belong to you she murmered, looking at him.
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After hearing her speak about the ring, Tyler started to smile. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her bare neck and sighed with love and happiness. Tomorrow, we will head out. I'll get you a customized collar. I don't want you wearing just any collar. So be used to wearing one constantly. And we'll also go clothes shopping for you. No more of covering your body as you used to do. He instructed her, letting his hands tangle in her hair again. At the moment, what she had on her body was all her clothes, and all her belongings actually. Now, tilting his head, his large hands placed themselves on her shoulders before gently pushing her down onto the bed, having her lay on her stomach. It's time to remove your dress and that leads me to your next rule as my wife. You will wear whatever I tell you, whenever I tell you. If we're alone, you'll most likely have no clothes unless specified. Just for reference in the mornings, if I don't tell you to wear anything, just don't. Chances are I'll want to see your body. He mused, taking the zipper of the dress and slowly sliding it down. Then, he wrapped her into an embrace to sit her back up as he wiggled the snug dress off her body. Not wanting to ruin the dress, he neatly hung the clothing up in a smaller, second closet in the bedroom. They would indeed share the bedroom so he made sure there was enough room for him to arrange her clothes. Then, he returned back to her, lifting both her feet into the air and into his lap, slipping off her high heels. As for things that I like... you'll be getting very used to being tied up. Sometimes I'll make you sleep bound and gagged. Sometimes I'll have you cook bound and gagged. Sometimes we'll share a romantic night with you tied up. I have a tremendous amount of bondage fantasies Felicity... and you will live and act them out for me. I'll also let you know that I love gags too. They aren't used to keep you quiet. They are used to make your moans and words even sexier. So when you're gagged, you need to make as much helpless noise as possible. That is what turns me on the most. He instructed her with a nod. The slave needed to know exactly what her Master wanted and desired. And these... he whispered, now holding her bare feet into his lap. Such sexy feet. I'll have you keep them polished and well kept. You will also be sure to show off your feet for me constantly and I expect as many foot jobs as blow jobs. Tyler told her with a grin. He couldn't wait to see what her cute feet looked like being tied up. Releasing her feet so she could place them back on the floor, he leaned onto the bed and pulled her in his arms. Do you have any questions this far? He asked, one hand now moving down the front of her chest to her abdomen.
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He kissed her neck and she let out a moan, her body trembling with anticipation as his lips moved over her neck. She looked at him as he spoke about getting her a custom collar the next day. She did not speak, did not say 'yes Master' or any such, for if she did it would be disrespectful to him she had no choice in what she did and for her to say yes to Him implied that she could say no. Nothing was further from her mind so she simply watched and listened attentively to Him. His hands on her shoulders, he pushed her down face first on to the bed and she went with him. He clarified that he would choose her clothes, that if he did not tell her different she was to be naked. That was not surprising to her, it was something that had happened at home and she knew that women were clothed only at their husband's pleasure. But when he took her dress and started to hang it up, Felicity looked at him and there was a moment where she almost argued with him, that she should be the one to do that because it was her job to serve him. But if he wished to hang up her dress, she could do only one thing and that was to thank him. Then, the next rule was that he liked her to be tied up. Sleeping bound and gagged was something that she had done many times, cooking that way, also. There had been a number of days when she had been tied up all day and all night, and the gag was something else that she was used to. Foot jobs? She didn't know that and as he pulled her towards him, Felicity leant into his arms, her nipples hard through her red bra and her red panties wet with her juices. Did she have any questions? She looked at him and she spoke, softly I'm sorry, Master, but I will need to be trained in foot jobs. Mother has trained me in blow jobs, as best as possible, but I don't know what a foot job is. she said, apologetically. In terms of other questions, she asked My Brother's wife refers to herself as worthless slut. Would you like me to refer to myself in a particular way, Master?