About a year and a half ago, I met Sharon. She had a good deal of sexual experience but she said she loved me and my cock more than anything.

I told her that I liked her, loved fucking with her, but was not ready to give up the variety and freedom I enjoyed.

She told me that she understood and said if I would let her live with me she would be my slave, sexual and otherwise, and never interfere with my life. I must admit that I had many doubts, but I am quite lazy and Sharon is the most fascinating fuck I have run across, so I agreed to let her move in.

At first, I didn’t think of Sharon as a slave, but she insisted that I treat her as one. She does everything from the housework to washing me in the shower to massages to washing the car. When we are out, she makes a point of telling people that she “belongs” to me. In public, she dresses in a way that stiffens every prick in the place. I have never seen her wear a bra or even a top that did not show her nipples poking through. Yet when another man makes a pass at her she says, “You’ll have to ask Stephen, I belong to him.” This does not happen too often because she is seldom away from my side. She even bought a jeweled dog collar and leash so “everyone would know she belongs to me.”

At home she does not wear any clothes. In the yard she wears string bikinis. When she answers the door or when we have company she wears very sheer, flowing white dresses that show her nipples and her clean-shaven pubic area.

When I am around the house I am in a constant state of arousal. When I come home from work, I am greeted with a kiss and a hand down my pants.

She loves to feel, lick and suck my cock. I can’t change my pants or go to the bathroom without her feeling my penis or putting it in her mouth. On more than one occasion I have pissed on her face or into her mouth as she began to go down on me when I was in the bathroom. She didn’t even blink, just drank it down and kept sucking until I was dry or too hard to continue urinating.

Sharon gets off on being my slave. When we are at friends’ homes she sits on the floor at my feet, usually with one arm wound around my thigh and her hand somewhere near my crotch. She doesn’t leave my side; if I go to the bathroom, she goes with me and, if we are in a public place, she waits by the bathroom door. At first this embarrassed me, but I have become accustomed to it.

We fuck once every two days or so, but she sucks me off at least once a day, usually to wake me in the morning and again at night if we don’t have intercourse.

One Sunday, while a couple of other guys were watching a football game with me, she got so turned on that she opened my fly and started sucking my cock then and there. After a while one of the guys said, “What about us?” Sharon stopped and said, “It’s up to Stephen.” I said it was okay with me so she sucked each of them dry and then returned to my side.

Since we have been living together, I have had a number of other women, three of them in threesomes with Sharon. Each time the other woman left, Sharon always asked if they were good and if they did anything that I wanted her to do. (I don’t know of anything at all that Sharon doesn’t do.)

The real point of this letter is that obviously Sharon is not exactly normal, nor am I, to go along with this. But are we hurting ourselves or each other? Some people treat Sharon like dirt but she doesn’t seem to care. That bothers me more than it bothers her.

Most men think I must be the greatest luck going to enslave such a gorgeous creature — which is nice for my ego but I realize that it just isn’t true. She wants to be my slave. Sharon says my cock was just made for her mouth and cunt and she says she will be my slave as long as I (she) can get it up.

Please, no value judgments, but are we headed for trouble? I like Sharon but I am not in love with her and she knows it. Am I taking advantage of her, am I ruining her life, warping her values, losing contact with reality? All of these are criticisms of our relationship from outside. Please, just a word or two.