Buying a Wife at the Mall: A BDSM Relationship Story of Love and Submission

Discover a BDSM relationship story of love and submission, where one man buys his perfect slave at the mall

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Buying a Wife at the Mall: A BDSM Relationship Story of Love and Submission I got my slave at the mall My wife and I were at the mall, just walking around getting some exercise. I was forty years old, six feet tall, weighed one hundred, sixty-five pounds. My wife was thirty two years old, five feet three inches tall, and one hundred, ninety pounds. I noticed a woman about twenty five years old. She was about five feet eight inches and had medium large breasts. The woman was wearing a denim pleated skirt and a white shirt with the two top buttons undone, tied above the navel. She was watching us and a couple other guys as she was biting on her lower lip like she was in deep thought about something. I asked my wife, “do you see that Woman over there?” “Yes, she is beautiful. I’m not that much into women but, I would not mind some of that.” I said, “just watch her, she is up to something.” A few minutes later the woman came running up and smacked me upside my head. I shouted, “what the hell is the matter with you!” “You son-of-a-bitch! I told you I would get even!” “What do you mean, ‘get even’? I never saw you before in my life.” “Remember about a month ago at the bar, I spilled my drink on you and you busted my lip, blacked my eye, and almost broke three of my ribs?” “Lady, you are crazy I don’t drink and don’t go to the bars. I’m not the one you think I am.” She took another swing at me. I caught her hand and said, “I don’t beat women, but if you don’t stop this shit, I will spank your ass.” She kicked at me and said “You son-of-a-bitch! You ain’t big enough!” I dragged her into the shoe store. There were no customers in the store. I told my wife to not let anyone in. I set down on a stool, yanked the woman’s panties down her legs, bent her over my left knee, and locked her legs in place with my right leg. I told her, “I am going to give you twenty-six swats on your ass, and you are going to count like this; ‘one, thank you, master, two, thank you, master’. If you say anything else, don’t count, or forget to say thank you master, the count starts over. Do you understand?” “Yes.” I swatted her hard and said, “yes what!?! …the next moment changed everything

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