Chapter 2

SCOTT

I'd always known Julia read romances and I'd even read some of them myself. Though in the past, it was brooding nobles and innocent maidens, seductive rakes and penniless governesses. This was the first time I'd ever heard of reverse harems, multiple men and singular women. That was a bit off the beaten path. And sex slavery, stripped and sold, spanked and tormented. This was not her usual fare as I was aware of it. I wondered what was causing her to migrate to these instead of the ones she used to read. Was there something wrong with our sex life I was blind to? This sounded much rougher than her past reading material.

Julia was tall, 5-9, blonde like me, hair to the middle of her back; legs down to there, lovely, soft, C cup breasts with nipples that became hard easily and were very sensitive and a perfect, round, athletic ass you could bounce a quarter off. She worked out doing Yoga, a spin class, aerobics and light weights several days a week to stay in shape, plus often swam laps in our pool.

It took me a couple days to get through the book and I returned it to her. I didn't say anything about it, but I did start looking at other books she'd been reading. Our bookshelves were full of them. There was definitely a similarity in theme. Some were humanoid space aliens, some cowboys in the women starved West, some mountain men with Indian women, men shipwrecked with single women, werewolves with their mates. A lot of them featured multiple male partners, and the ones that didn't, often showed women in sexual bondage, captured, stripped, sold and tamed. I even discovered she'd read some of the Gor books by John Norman. The Gor books were less explicit in the sexual descriptions, using things like slave kiss and slave orgasm to discuss the sex, but more brutal in the way it portrayed the slavery. The more recent books usually had an element of romance, with the heroine finding love while in her slavery. Norman's books were more interested in portraying the naturalness of female slavery compared to the female equality practiced on earth. It wasn't a woman finding her love through slavery, but her love in slavery. She loved the slavery itself, not her owner. Some owners were better than others, but being a slave was her raison d'être, her reason to be, not the person who owned her.

It turned out these types of books were really popular, especially among female readers. Not so much the Gor books. They were male fantasies. The others were doing well on Amazon. So were the ones she used to read, but this was a popular new category of books. I wondered if we men were doing the wrong things if our women were fantasizing about this stuff. Sure it was fantasy, but it was a more brutal fantasy than I would have expected, a rape fantasy, in effect, where the woman comes to love her rapist or rapists. Rape was not something I imagined most women would care to experience in real life. So why so much in their imaginations? Not enough excitement in their lives? Was Norman correct in some of his assumptions; that submission to strong males was an inherently natural trait, bred into our lizard brains over tens, if not hundreds, of thousand years and the last five hundred or thousand years was an aberration our forebrains hadn't yet worked out a way to overcome? It raised a lot of questions. I actually found a quasi-scientific study from Playboy magazine in the seventies which theorized a lot of what went on in humans was still tied to the evolutionary pre-history involving things like chemicals in our brains, hormones, pheromones and other subtle factors that skipped the logic centers of rational thought, making thinking secondary to chemicals.

Still, it did start some ideas percolating in my head. If this was something Julia enjoyed fantasizing, could I do something to allow her to live the fantasy without having to undergo the reality. It might be fun on my part too. I wouldn't mind being the Masterful Slave Master she imagined in her fantasies. The one to ring her bell, to bend her to my will, turn her into my little sex slave. I contemplated what I might do to allow her to live her fantasy.

I saw Julia had purchased another four book series about space aliens capturing humans. They were more reverse harem novels. She was currently reading the second book. I interrupted her reading one day.

"What if you could find out what sex slavery was all about without actually having to be captured by space aliens?"

"What do you mean?" Julia said, her hackles going up and preparing for a battle.

"What if you could find out what it would be like to be someone's sex slave for a brief period of time, without the rigors of having to be an actual sex slave? You would be required to submit to someone for that time, but when it's over, it's over. You get to go back to being Julia again, suburban housewife, and not permanently remain someone's slave wench?"

"Oh. And I suppose I would be your sex slave for this time? Good one, Scott. Nice try."

"Well, unless you don't think I could be masterful enough and have someone else in mind. I mean, you know me and that I'd never do anything to really harm you. Yeah, I could spank you, but would I spank you as hard as someone who didn't love you?"

She was about to say something in retort, but paused for a moment.

"Like for a day or something?" Julia asked

"I think it would have to be longer than a day. Anyone can tolerate a lot for a single day, so it would have to be for some longer period of time. I was thinking maybe three weeks to really understand and comprehend what it would be like to be someone's sex slave. Less than that and you're just playing games. We could negotiate some ground rules ahead of time so all expectations are laid out. Just throwing it out there for consideration. No need to make any decisions now. Think about it and tell me what you think in a week or so. Might be your only chance to discover if earth shattering, ocean pounding, tidal wave, pussy melting orgasms really exist or if the writers are blowing smoke up your skirt."

I left her there with her mouth agape and went outside to mow the lawn and let her steam for a while in her own juices. I was pleasantly surprised to peek in our bedroom window a half hour later and see her fingers working her pussy into a lather. Maybe my idea might bear fruit sometime in the future. Either that or her book was really, really good. I smiled.