MM/F, F/F, WIFE, S&M/B&D



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                                    The Wife

                                  (c) Chuckles

                                     Part 1

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      Susan finished preparing dinner just in time to hear her husband's car

pull up in the driveway.  They have been married five years, and the last five

years had been hell for her.  When he was courting her, John had been kind, and

caring. Now, he treats her as a personal sex slave, there for his pleasure

only.  On their wedding night, he had raped, and sodomised her.  On their

honeymoon, he had subjected her to bondage, and watched while she was fucked by

a hooker. The weird thing was that even after all the degrading, and

humiliating acts he had forced on her, she still loves him.  She had never

complained to anyone, and even lied to her mother, telling her that the bruises

were caused by an accident.



      When John walked into the house, and slammed the door, Susan realized

that it had been a bad day at the office.  She looked in the mirror, and

inspected the image.  She is a pretty, and petite blonde.  According to her

husband's wishes, she was dressed in a French maid's uniform, which comprises

of a short nylon dress, that barely covers her crotch, black nylon gloves that

almost reaches her armpits, and black seamed stockings with stiletto heels. The

top of the dress was low cut, showing off quite a bit of cleavage, and had

frilly edges. To complete the uniform was a short frilly white apron and a

white maid's cap. Underneath that, she was wearing a black lace crotchless

panties, and garter belt.  Also, a black lace cupless bra.  As she inspects

herself, she noticed that the material of the dress was so thin, that she could

see the outline of her nipples, and her nicely trimmed pussy.



      She took the last tray of food out into the dining room, and could see

that John was in a fiery mood.  He had thrown his briefcase on the sofa, and

was savagely pulling his tie off.  He sat down on the table, and look at his

dinner.  It was steak with salad, and potatoes.  Susan had never cooked before

her marriage, and John insisted she learn, usually with the aid of the whip.

Now, she is quite accomplished, but John would still whip her with little

provocation.



      Without saying a word to her, he sat down and cut at his steak.  Susan

sat at her end of the table, and ate her salad quietly.  Before taking a bite,

he looked at the steak, then threw down his cutlery, and then glared at her.

"This steak is too raw! Jesus!  I thought you would know how I like my steak by

now. Go and get the butter, and then come here."



      Susan knew that the steak was done just as he likes it, but she did not

complain.  She took the slab of butter that had been left outside, since she

started cooking, to soften it. She walked over to her husband's side of the

table, and put it on the table, while looking meekly at the floor.



      "Get in position, bitch," he growled.  She got onto her lap, and then

flipped her short dress up, to reveal her posterior.  Using his finger, John

then applied the butter to her anal region, making sure it is liberally

lubricated. Then he took his steak up, and rolled it into a small roll. Then he

started forcing it into her ass.  The steak was tender, and so, it did not hurt

her very much.  Then, he took the paddle that is always kept on the dining

table, and started smacking.



      Susan held back the scream, and counted the stroke out loud, as per her

husband's instruction.  "One...  Two...  Three...  Four...  Five..." She had to

hold back her instinct to shit the steak out, knowing  at if she did, her

husband would just stuff it back in, and put more in.  John just continued

spanking until he got to twenty-five. Then he asked her to shit the steak out.

She clenched her anal muscles, and the steak slowly inched out, like a piece of

shit.



      John took it as it came out, and place it on his plate.  Susan looked at

it, and saw the pieces of butter, and the small flakes of shit on it.  He then

asked her to eat it.  Holding back the tears, she slowly eat it, tearing away

at it with her hands and teeth, holding back her vomit as she ate the revolting

piece of meat, with butter and shit.



      Then John applied the remaining butter into her anus, and then took one

of the candles off t  candlestick.  He blew it out, and then stuffed it into

her anal region. It was a new candle, and was almost 4" long, and 2" wide.

Susan held back her tears, and tried to relax her muscles, to help it enter

with a minimum amount of pain.  John forced the candle in, until the sharp edge

slide past the splinchter muscle, which closed behind it. Susan knew that if

she complained about the pain, or tried to shit it out, John would trash her.

So, she kept it in her, and prepared another steak for her husband.



      After John finished his dinner, he went to watch the television, leaving

Susan to clean up.  The candle was still in her ass, and it was getting

uncomfortable, but she kept silent, and washed up.  Then, she went to her

husband, and waited till the news was over, before kneeling at his feet, and

begged to have the candle removed.



      John stood up, and got a studded leather collar out, and fastened it to

her neck, and a leash to it.  Then he led her to their bedroom, and into their

bathroom, all the time forcing her to crawl.  There, he gave her permission to

shit the candle out. She forced the sharp edges past the splinchter muscle, and

the candle came out, together with globs of butter.



      John pulled off his clothes and then lubricated his cock with his saliva.

He then forced Susan into a doggy position, and then forced his dick into her

ass. Susan knew that she was here just to pleasure her husband, and stayed

still, as her husband sodomised her, before cumming in her anal region.



      He then led her to their bed.  It has been modified, such that there are

chains, and cuffs, connected to the four posts.  He fastened the cuffs to her

hands and legs, leaving her spread-eagled on the bed.  He then stuck his dick

in her mouth, and she cleaned it with her tongue, licking the cum, butter, and

shit off.  John then got off, and left the room.  She heard im pick up the

phone, but could not hear what he is saying.



      Ten minutes later, John returned to the bedroom with another woman.

Susan knew that she was a call-girl, Roxanne, that John has called on previous

occasions. As she watched, she took her clothes off, leaving a garter belt,

crotchless panties, and cupless bra, that were not unlike her own.  John fucked

her furiously.  Susan watc d from the bed, as she watched her husband's cock

slide in and out of the call-girl's cunt.   She saw her husband stiffened, and

realized he had came in her cunt.  Susan shuddered as she realized what is

going to happen next.



      John whispered into Roxanne's ear, and she smiled, and got onto the bed,

positioning her cunt over her mouth.  Susan closed her eyes, and proceeded to

lick the prostitute's cunt, sucking her husband's cum out of her twat.  Cunt

juice mingled with the cum, and flowed out of her cunt, and into Susan's mouth.

Susan had never seen a naked woman, except herself, before her marriage, but

since then, had been forced by John on numerous occasions to suck off women,

especially to suck his cum out of another woman's cunt.



      The hooker came on Susan's mouth, as she felt her husband come on her

stomach. She realized that her husband has been watching, and was playing with

himself. The hooker then got off, and her husband put his cock into her mouth,

and she licked him clean again.  She saw John pay the hooker, then she put on

her clothes, and then left.



      John left her cuffed on the bed, and left the room.  She heard him leave,

and enter the guest room.  She fell asleep, cuffed to the bed.



      The next morning, she woke up to the sight of stranger fucking her.  She

tried to scream, but she realized there is a gag in her mouth.  She looked

around frantically, and saw her husband playing with himself, next to the bed.

She looked at the man fucking her, and realized that it was the newspaper man.

Her husband has done this several times, making her fuck men she does not know.

She st laid back, and let the newspaper man have his way.  Just as he was about

to come, he pulle his dick out of her cunt, and came on her face.



      The newspaper man thanked John for the fuck, and left grinning.  John

showed him out, and said to her, "Slut, fucking with other men.  I can see that

you enjoyed that. I'm going to punish you for that!"  Then, he took a switch

out of the closet, and then took the uniform off her, leaving the lingerie on.

The he started whipping her all over her body.  First on her breasts, then her

stomach, her cunt, and her thighs. Once again, Susan kept her screams back,

anxious not to give her husband any more reason to 'punish' her.  She counted

in her head, not able to make any sounds through the gag.



      When she got to twenty, John stopped, and there were red marks over her

body. Then he when to the closet again, and took out a pair of nipple clips.

He starte playing with her breasts, and pulled at her nipple, until they were

jutting out quite far. Then he fastened the clips onto her nipples.  She

managed to hold her screams back. There was a chain holding the two clips

together, and from the middle of the chain there was another chain leading

away. John tugged at it to make sure the clips were tight.



      Then John got out a dildo, and fastened the end of the chain to it.  He

inserted it into her cunt, and she felt it move in slowly.  Her cunt was quite

wet, lubricated by the cum, of the newspaper man, but even though her husband

knew that, he said, "Slut, you are so wet this dildo slid in easily. Obviously

I was right, that you enjoyed the ot r man a lot."  Unable to plead her

innocence, she tried shaking her head, but to no avail.



      John moved the dildo in and out.  The chain was short enough such that

when it moves in, the chain pulls at her clips.  The mixture of pain, and

pleasure was too much to stand, and although she did not want to come, it is as

if her cunt has a mind of its own, and soon her ass was bucking on the bed.  As

she approached orgasm, her husband pulled the dildo out, removed her gag, and

put the dildo in her mouth, making her suck her juices off it.



      He left the dildo in her mouth, and then got the switch again.  He

started whipping her inflamed cunt.  It's sensitivity increased the pain, and

soon, she was crying out into the gag, tears streaming down her cheeks.  John

ignored all her cries but he stopped soon. There were criss-crossing red marks

around her cunt.  He then left the room, and returned with a tray, and a large

slab of ice. He broke them into pieces, using an ice-pick, and then pushed them

into her cunt.  The ice was soothing, but it's sharp edges were prickling the

walls of her cunt.  He was stuffing a lot of ice in her, and soon, there was a

puddle of water on the bed, flowing out of the junction of her legs. However,

it was so cold, she started shivering.  It felt as if her cunt has froze.



      John then took a leather strap, at the end of which is a smaller dildo.

He eased it into her ass, and gave it a coating of shit.  He then removed the

dildo in her mouth,  d replaced it with the dildo, fastening the strap around

her head.  Then he took a key from the dresser, and removed the cuffs, ordering

her to prepare his breakfast, in those clo es.  Susan stood up slowly, her

joints were stiff aft  spending such a long time in that position, and made her

way slowly to the kitchen.