The Slutty Submissive Wife ❤️ Part 3

[Jo****]

The following Sunday, John found himself dragged to church by his well-meaning but oblivious mother. He scanned the pews, his heart pounding. He hadn't expected to see her here. And then, amidst the floral dresses and polite smiles, he saw Eleanor. She was seated a few rows ahead, impeccably dressed in a demure blue dress, a picture of wifely composure. Their eyes met across the crowded room, a spark of recognition and something else, a shared secret flaring between them. The service felt endless, the hymns and prayers a meaningless drone. He could feel her presence, a magnetic pull that threatened to unravel his carefully constructed facade of normalcy.🩷🩷
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As the service ended, a throng of parishioners spilled out onto the church steps. John, desperate to speak to her, navigated through the crowd, feigning polite greetings to acquaintances. He spotted Eleanor near the edge of the churchyard, seemingly waiting for someone. "Eleanor," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
She turned, a flicker of surprise crossing her face, quickly replaced by a knowing smile. "John. Fancy meeting you here."
"We need to talk," he said, his voice urgent. "Now."
She glanced around, a hint of apprehension in her eyes. "Not here. My husband…"
He grasped her hand, pulling her away from the crowd. "There's a place. Remember that old house, the one everyone says is haunted? It's not far."
Without a word, she followed.⛓️‍💥⛓️‍💥⛓️‍💥
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They walked quickly, their pace bordering on a run, leaving the comforting sanctity of the church behind. Soon, the imposing silhouette of the abandoned house loomed before them, its windows like dark, vacant eyes.
Inside, the air was thick with dust and the scent of decay. John didn't waste time. He pushed Eleanor against a crumbling wall, his eyes burning into hers. "You said you wanted to submit," he said, his voice low and demanding. "Show me how much."
He ran his hands down her body, slowly, deliberately, teasing her through the fabric of her dress. He felt her tremble. "Take off your dress," he commanded, his voice rough. "Now."⛓️‍💥⛓️‍💥⛓️‍💥
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She hesitated for a moment, then, her fingers fumbling with the buttons, she obeyed. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her standing before him in her delicate underthings. John's gaze swept over her, possessive and demanding. He made her kneel before him, his fingers tangling in her hair, forcing her head down. "Beg for it, Eleanor," he whispered. "Beg me to let you please me."
Eleanor, her face flushed, her eyes filled with a mixture of shame and desire, whispered, "Please, John. Please let me."⛓️⛓️⛓️
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He reveled in her submission, in the power he held over her. The haunted house became their sanctuary, a place where they could shed their inhibitions and embrace their darkest desires, where the shy university student could become a master and the neglected wife could finally find release.

#Master_Johnny❤️