Three years ago, I decided to surprise my husband with a very special birthday present. Stark naked, I knelt by the front door, my knees spread wide. Finally, with my knees aching, I heard Joe pull into the driveway and a moment later slam the car door shut. Coming into the house, he was surprised to find me waiting for him in such a submissive position, but I blew his mind when I told him that for the rest of the evening, I was going to be his slave girl. I would do whatever he wanted: entertain him, serve him, everything to please him. I got up, walked across the living room to the cassette player and put on a belly-dancing tape. Then I did my most erotic dance ever — completely nude!

From the look on Joe’s face and the bulge in his pants I could see he was really turned on. I knelt before him and pulled down his fly with my teeth. Then I gave him a blowjob that left his balls drained. And I kept his balls drained all evening. The moment I saw the slightest sign of life between his legs, I greedily gobbled him up.

We had so much fun that evening that we extended our little game into the next day, and then the weekend. I stayed nude the entire time, kissing him goodbye in the morning when he went off to work, serving him dinner in the nude, and either sucking or riding his cock until we both collapsed in exhaustion.

But what started out as a fantasy evening that evolved into a weekend of submission has now become a lifestyle. A year or so ago, I happily offered myself to my husband as his permanent slave. To my delight, he slipped easily into his new role as my master, and today he is in complete charge. My life revolves around keeping him happy, sexually and every other way.

The end result is that I’m in far better physical shape than I ever imagined possible. Joe treats me like a princess and delights me with no end of little surprises and presents. Our lovemaking is far more sensuous and imaginative than I ever thought it could be. Our marriage has become so much more intense.

I know “women’s libbers” will hate me for this, but I love my role in life. I love being kept naked in the house, being a sex object and, above all, being a slave to my husband. I love dancing naked for him every night, sometimes riding his thumb in my cunt as I dance. My orgasms are far more intense than ever before.

Our lifestyle is probably not for everyone. The key ingredients are love and trust. I love Joe; he loves me. We have explored and found the limits of our relationship. Within those confines, we enjoy each other to the fullest. And while some of our married friends are in the process of divorcing, we’re having the best sex of our lives.

My only advice to other women is, swallow your pride and experiment.