I wrote this years and years ago, so some of the grammar may not be perfect. If you find something, please inbox me and I’ll correct it. Thanks to @patriarchywelcome for convincing me to post this!
I heard the oven timer go off in the kitchen, and ran to take the duck out of the oven. My stiletto heels clicked loudly against the kitchen floor. Looking at the clock, I saw I still had 45 minutes before Don came home, but I still had to put the glaze on before I put it back in the oven, and tidy up the house. In addition, I don’t know if I could survive another 45 minutes without playing myself before I saw my husband. Just thinking of him coming home, all tired, and maybe sweaty. Maybe I should burn the roast purposely, so he’ll smack me around a bit; he knows how much I’ll like that. Or maybe he’ll just get so hard he’ll bend me over and take me right there on the kitchen table. My hand crept up to my tits, kneading them a bit. Just a bit. I couldn’t do it too much. You would think I would be use to the constant horniness by now, but I was a woman and my place was to serve, not to indulge my own selfish desires. But doing these things for him just got me so hot I couldn’t help but rub my big boobs through my dress, if only for a bit.
to walk sometimes, but I guess it was worth it if Don wanted to me to wear them. Carefully, I put on oven mits and took it out of the oven, careful not to burn myself. I’m glad the butcher started selling duck, he didn’t always. It certainly was a beautiful piece of meat. Like me, I thought, and giggled.
There was a mirror right next to the stove. I twirled around, and then giggled, not sure why I did that. I had to admire myself: I looked like the perfect vision of fifties housewife: soft, feminine, and obedient, with my hair, makeup, dress all perfectly in place. The model of what a women should be. Although….I guess the low neckline and generous amount of cleavage I was showing was probably a little too risque back then. My tits were practically falling out my dress. And I guess the stilettos I was wearing probably weren’t in vogue back then. And the wives back then were definitely not wearing this white thong I was wearing under my dress that showed off my big, perfect ass, especially since the dress was just short enough to see it when I bent over. But other than that…..
Okay, the perfect 50s housewife, and just a little bit slutty. Okay, maybe more than a little big. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I looked at the time. I had less than a half an hour to get every thing ready. Just enough time. I brushed the glaze over the duck and put it back in the oven, then went about starting to make the salad. Even though I was a bit of a bimbo, I could still cook with the best of them. When Don…..changed me, he said they took about twenty points off my IQ, but instilled some basic knowledge about certain things like cooking, cleaning, fucking, serving, and everything else to make me the perfect wife. To tell the truth, I wasn’t really listening when he told me. It was a all a little wordy for me. And besides, my eyes just kept drifting to his crotch. Hehe.
Fixing my tits in my dress, I started to tidy up. One of a woman’s main duties is to keep her man’s place neat and tidy. After all, men can’t be expected to clean after a hard day at work. And they certainly don’t want to come back to a dirty house. So it rested on me to keep to keep everything orderly. I scrubbed the counter tops very quickly, and mopped the floors. I had mopped this afternoon, but giving it just one more once over couldn’t hurt. I hoped Don approved. Then I took the roast out of the oven and set it on the table. There. Perfect.
With only five minutes to spare, I ran to the living room, my heart aflutter, waiting for Don’s arrival. Grabbing a serving tray, I carefully placed a glass of brandy and a cuban cigar on it, just how he liked. Fixing my dress just one more time, I pulled my shirt down just a bit more, and tightening my apron (Don always loved to see me in my apron), I kneeled in front of the door, holding the tray and waited for his arrival. It was a few minutes before the door opened…
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Sounds great, doesn’t it girls? I bet all you gals reading this are just creaming your pants thinking this? Well, it’s just as good as it sounds.
In fact, not only was I far from perfect, far from the feminine ideal I was now, but I was that most hated of people, the most despicable and disgusting kind of person: a feminist? Remember feminism? That silly little philosophy that posited that women were equal to men? I know, me neither! In fact, as I sit here, giggling and moaning while my master, my husband, kneads my tits and I’m on my knees, waiting for my beautiful husband and my master, I can’t imagine I was ever so cruel and so stupid as to consider myself equal to any man. I belong here, on my knees, nude or dressed in some skimpy outfit , with a collar around my neck and a dick in my mouth. It’s the most natural thing in the world.
Of course I wasn’t always like this. Just two months ago, I was different: running a magazine, making a lot of money, trying to fit in with my male superiors. I worked long hours and I made good money, but that was such an empty life. I’m so glad Don helped me realize that serving him, at home, was what I was really for. I protested at first when he tied me up; when he put me in the trunk and brought me to that strange hospital, where all the walls where white, were all the nurses wore fetishized version of white nurses outfits.
I have vague memories of what happened. Don, still holding me while I was kicking and screaming, brought me into the hospital. As soon as I got into the hospital I felt a prick in my arm, and suddenly everything went black, for a long time. I dreamed, or at least thought I dreamed, I was chained up in a dark, black room, with a large screen in front of me. On the screen, there were four video feeds, each one showing a different image that kept switching back and forth, showing images of women cooking, cleaning, fucking, wearing sexy outfits, doing laundry, and all other manner of feminine duties. The images swirled around and around, and it almost felt like they were drilling into my head…..I screamed in agony, but couldn’t move, until all the colors and the pain and the screams just went went away, in an instant.
Everything bad about the situation just disappeared. In fact, it was like every thought I ever had just went away. On the screen, a woman’s face appeared. She was beautiful. “Marie? Marie? Can you hear me? Bring your hands up to your tits if you can.” Suddenly, the chains around my hands went away, and I started to knead my boobs, still watching her. I was so happy.
She smiled. “Good. I’m glad. Do you know why you’re here? Do you know why your husband brought you here?” I shook my head, not completely understanding what was going on. I was equal parts blissful and afraid, equal parts excited and turned on. I just kept shaking my head and wondering why?
"Because you’re a bitch, stupid,“ she exclaimed in an incredibly rosy, happy tone. “You’re a dumb bitch who dares to go out in the world, dress like a man, and make her own money, even though you know deep down inside that it’s a woman’s place to serve. A woman’s place to kneel. A woman’s place is….this.” The camera slowly pulled out, revealing the rest of her body. She was standing in a kitchen, wearing an apron, a pair of red stilettos, and nothing else. The apron covered what looked like a very toned body and a pair very large breasts. I wished I had breasts that large. Breasts that could serve my man well. I giggled.
"Do you see, Marie?“ She said, as I felt my mind being invaded by almost a thousand naughty thoughts. I nodded, again kneading my tits. “Do you like?” I nodded, still kneading my tits. I liked very much. “I’m glad. Because, as you know, this is what a woman should really look like. Nude and domesticated. Prepared to do nothing but serve her man, whom she belongs to. Look at this.”
She waved her arm around her body. “These are the three symbols of your femininity. An apron, to show how domesticated you are. Heels, to show what a sexpot you are. And this…” She lifted a collar off of the kitchen, and fixed it to her neck, then took the connected chain and attached it to the stove. “This to show how owned you are. Isn’t it beautiful? Wouldn’t it feel wonderful to be chained like this? To be nothing but an object to cook and clean for the one you love?” I moaned, an orgasm hitting me hard and making my cunt almost leak. This is what I wanted, all my life.
"This to show your untimely devotion to your husband. That you are a nothing more than a slave built to serve. If he wants you to, he’ll have you in the nude every day, wearing nothing but this. Or he could dress you up in frilly outfits. You are to do everything for him: serve him, cook for him, clean for him, fuck him, suck him, recruit your friends for threesomes, anything his heart could desire. If you foul up, or even if you don’t, expect him to beat you. To spank you or slap you across the cheek, it won’t matter to you. You’ll just be glad to be allowed to be his slave, his toy, his domestic goddess.“ Oh god, this was amazing! I wanted this all so much!
She continued. "You dared divorce him for the most natural thing in the world: fucking another girl. You, a lowly woman, should dare to question your husband! You, a little slut who should be grateful that he even chooses to touch you while he’s beating you, would actually think that you would be good enough to exist on your own, without him! You make me sick.” It was true! I hated myself. I was such a horrible, low worm of a person. I’d spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to him. “I’d like to show you your husband right now, and tell you why you should be happy right now.”
An adjacent screen right next to the woman, my new teacher, powered on. It showed a man and a woman, going at it like teenage rabbits. The man was fucking the woman doggystyle as she was bent over a table. Immediately I noticed the woman had big, natural, soft tits on an incredibly thin body. She had silky blonde hair and was wearing a white, slutty nurses outfit, and the man….Wait! I knew that man. That was Don! That was Don plowing that whore; slapping her as as he fucked her; grunting loudly as he’s shoving his cock into her tight little hole. He would dare to do this! He…..he……..hhe…..
"As you can see, you’re husband is fucking one of our beautiful blonde nurses, a sexpot who realizes that the only thing worth living for is taking care of men and servicing their big, hard, boners.“ She giggled. "You see, the reprogramming tends to take a little while, so we dispatch one of our nurses to service the big, strong men who bring their wives and lovers here while that’s happening, and to get them accustomed to the kind of servitude they should expect from now on. Don particularly looks like he’s enjoying reaming the little slut.”
She stopped talking as she forced me to watch. He was thrusting in and out of the blonde slut’s pussy, and even though there was no sound I could tell they were moaning very very loudly. He was alternating between pulling her hair and kneading her giant tits as she thrust her ass out and lulled her tongue in ecstasy. Finally, with one swift motion, he grabbed hold of her neck and pulled her off his cock, pushing her down on her knees and shoving his dick between her tits. She smiled as she tit fucked him and looked like she was dirty talking to him, goading him on. With one last push between those massive boobs, he erupted, coming more than I had ever seen him, completely coating her. He was bellowing and she looked like she was moaning in orgasm, begging him to cover her massive tits some more. Soon, when he had subsided, she started jacking him off in her mouth with one hand and rubbing it with the other. The screen slowly faded as I watched her lick up my husbands cum in disbelief.
"Shocking, isn’t it? Marie, how does this make you feel?“ It made me feel furio…..angr……pis….It made me feel…..wonderful.
It made me feel wonderful. A huge smile crept over my face. I was so glad that my husband, my beautiful, glorious, hot husband, with his hard body, and awesome cock, was getting the fucking he deserved. I only wish it was me, being fucked raw while he pulled my hair; me he covered in his cum; me he subjugated to the worst abuse and humiliation while I begged for more.
My virtual teacher started her lecture again. "Isn’t it great? You’re husband is getting the fucking he so richly deserves; the fucking you denied from him for so long. You’re going to spend the rest of your life making it up to him. From now on, he’ll be able to have whomever he wants, and not only will you not object, you’ll encourage him. You’ll pick up cheerleaders for him and fuck his secretaries yourself to make sure they meet his high standards. If he wants to fuck you first, then you will gratefully open up any hole in your body. If not, you’ll gladly lick his balls while he’s fucking the girl next door or lick his cum out of her freshly fucked cunt. You are so low, and he is so beautiful, we are going to make you into the sex goddess that he truly deserves, so you can look a bit more like the woman he was fucking just now. Would you like that Marie?”
YES! YES I wanted that so badly, I wanted all of that. I wanted to be the whore he was fucking. I wanted big, whorish tits and a large, round, tight ass. I wanted perfect skin and a firm stomach, silky hair and a face you could just cover in cum! I would use all this to make it up to my husband, and he could have me and whatever other woman he wanted! I would watch, I would help, I would even find people for him! I wanted it! I tried to scream “Yes! Yes with all my heart!”
But the only thing that came out was a faint whisper. But I know she heard it. She must have known how much I wanted to be changed into the perfect slut. She knew because suddenly, the screen faded and the lights suddenly brightened. I was in a white room, much like the other ones, and I was in front of a big white door. Suddenly, that door opened. I could see someone step in and walk towards me. It was her! It was my teacher! She was even more beautiful in person, her hips swaying towards me. Impossibly tall in those heels, standing over me, smiling. With one swift motion, she undid the straps on her apron and let it fall to the ground, so that she was wearing only heels and her collar.
If I thought her body looked hot beneath the apron, I couldn’t believe the pure aphroditan sex goddess that stood before me now. Her breasts were huge, her ass was tight, her stomach was well toned, and I couldn’t help but stare in disbelief at the absolute perfection that stood before me. Smiling sweetly, she bent over and held my neck in her hand. Her voice was like heaven. I had an almost fluid quality, like it was flowing into my ears and through my mind, disrupting and reconfiguring everything about me. “Marie, I see you like my body. I see you want my body. Go ahead, touch it.” I lifted my hand up and started to grope her tits; her perfect, heavy tits. Just touching them made me want to cum.
Slowly, gently, never taking her hand of my neck, she put her other arm behind my back and lifted me to my feet. My knees wobbled, and I felt like I was going to faint. But I had my teacher there, helping me to stand. Gently, she brought my face in while I started to knead her tits. With more energy, I took my hands and started running them all over her body. I grabbed her ass, somehow soft and firm at the same time. We started shoving each other’s tongues down our throats. This was more than I could have ever hoped for. This was beyond hot.
Gently, she took her hands and lifted me from her lips, and said, in that low, breathy whisper, “Marie, do you want all that we have to give? Do you want all this?”
Smiling, with tears in my eyes, I nodded. “Yes. Yes please,” I said, still barely being able to speak. “I want it all, everything.”
"Of course you do Marie!“ She said, still looking at me with those same, beautiful eyes.” And we’ll be able to give you all of it. But first, you need to learn your place!“
Suddenly, her eyes changed. She became fierce and angry, and pushed me back down on the floor. She rushed at me, kneeling down on me and slapping me, grabbing my hair and pulling it back, hitting my face with a backhanded slaps and fists. I started crying, not understanding what I did, as she moved down to my tits and started punching them and slapping them. I opened my mouth to cry out, but she kicked me in the ribs. I heard a loud crack, and cried out louder. This was agony! Why was she doing this to me?
I was in so much pain. My blood started staining the white floor. I muttered a pathetic "Why?” as she kicked me over and started spanking me hard. “You want to know why bitch! You want to know fucking why! Fuck you! You fucking think you’re better than men? Well how do you feel NOW!” She stood up and drove her heel into my back. It killed. It hurt more than I ever thought anything could hurt. But you know what was even worse than that? She started to walk away. “Learn your fucking place.”
No! This couldn’t happen! I still wanted her. I still needed her to change me. I picked myself up and crawled, slowly, agonizingly towards he. She saw me and stopped. I crawled and started to kiss her heels, looking up at how beautiful she was. I kissed and licked her stilettos, tasting my own blood as I licked it off of them.
She began smiling sweetly again. She bent over. “Marie, you need to learn your place!” And with that, she lifted her heel up and stomped down on my head-
I jolted up in my bed! Panic flew over me as I was shocked to consciousness. I felt like I had just had a long, long, dream, but I knew that whatever had just happened in the white room, it was real. It seemed like it was just a second ago and it seemed like a lifetime ago. My heart was racing and my skin was wet with sweat. But that wasn’t the only thing that was wet. My cunt was leaking. I wasn’t sure what the hell happened. I wasn’t sure what happened, and I felt only half It was dark, very dark, and where ever I was I was in a bed, and it didn’t feel like I was wearing anything but a bra and panties. I tried to see more, but couldn’t.
Strangely, I wasn’t scared. It was almost like I was perfectly content. Was I still in the hospital? Did that ever happen? It was too real to have not happened. Everything felt so real: the arousal, the feelings of need, even the pain. I could almost still feel the pain on my ass where she spanked-wait, my ass! It felt different somehow. It felt….bigger. And firmer. I moved my hands around to my bottom, and started to feel it. It was definitely different! It was perfect.
Quickly, I brought my hands up to my tits, and I couldn’t believe what I had found. They were huge, transformed from wimpy C cups to what could have only been either EEs or FFs, and the best part is they not only felt perky and firm, but natural. Yes, they were big and soft and so natural I couldn’t feel any implants at all. I don’t know how they did it. I couldn’t believe it! They changed me!
It happened, she had made good on her promise! That beautiful, wonderful woman was testing me! I started laughing with joy. Suddenly, my thoughts turned to Don. Would he accept me? If he could turn me into this, couldn’t he turn any other woman into a perfect slave wife? Would he still want a dumb whore like me? My questions were suddenly were cut short as the lights flickered on. I was blinded for a second by the brightness, but as soon as my eyes adjusted, I saw everything.
I was in a white hospital room, completely pristine, just like the room with the giant screens and the room my husband fucked that gorgeous slut in. There was nothing in it but a white bed with white sheets, a mirror, a white chest, and some white medical instruments.
Suddenly, the white door opened. “Marie,” came a voice I recognized instantly, and my teacher, the woman from the screen, the woman who had beaten me what seemed like a second and a lifetime ago, walked in. Dressed in the same slutty nurses outfit as the slutty nurse from yesterday, she walked over to me. She started rubbing my tits. “I see these came out as well as we expected.” She started squeezing my nipple, eliciting moans from me and causing me to rub my legs together. “Yes, so big and so soft. How are you feeling baby?” She asked in such a motherly tone I forgot she was that same woman who almost broke my rib.
"Oh, Ma'am, I feel so wonderful. So wonderfully domesticated. So submissive.“ I hoped she knew I wasn’t angry, that I was grateful for the beating she had given me. I had to say something. "Ummm, Ma'am, what happened-”
"When I disciplined you? Oh honey, you little slut, that was three days ago. Unfortunately, it’s necesary to make sure the process worked.“
"Yes, whore,“ she said in that same sweet, motherly tone, "The process to turn you into the perfect slave wife for your master. I had to beat the crap out of you to make sure you would go through anything to transform yourself. And besides,” she slapped my tits lightly and knocked my ribs with her fist. “You’re lovely body just looked so good to beat, I couldn’t help myself. Though I must say, we fixed you up good, when we turned you into the perfect woman didn’t we? No hard feelings?”
"Oh of course not! I was just afraid I you wouldn’t want to change me! I love my new body, with my big titties and my tight ass. May I see myself?“
"Of course dear! Come.” She helped me out of bed and onto my feet, and then into a pair of red heels left by the bedside. I remembered women were to wear high heels whenever and wherever they could, then I wondered where I could have possibly remembered that from. I giggled as my mistress helped me over to the mirror. I gasped when I saw my reflection. I was so hot! I squeeled with joy as I twirled around in the mirror. I could see now I was wearing a matching red lace bra and thong, that contained giant breasts and a perfect round ass. My skin was tanned and blemish free, and my stomach was toned. They even changed my face, making my cheek bones more prominent and my jaw was just a tiny bit more well defined. Even my dark hair, down to my the middle of my back now, was silkier and curlier. No question, I looked as hot as the goddess sexpot that was standing next to me.
"Oh baby, you do look hot! You like, don’t you?“
"Oh yes!” I embraced her and kissed her, grabbing her ass while I shoved my tongue down her throat. “Thank you so much for turning me into the perfect slave for Don.” Suddenly, I felt a pang of loneliness in my heart, that quickly turned into a massive panic spreading over me. “But, I don’t understand? What is this place, and where is Don,” I asked. “Where is he? Does he want me? Did he think I was good enough?”
My mistress just smiled. “Of course he did. He was the one who paid for you in the first place. When you tried to divorce him, he paid to have you turned into the wife he’d always desired. You see, this place was started by my Master as a re-envisioning clinic, as he calls it. This is where he changes women, and enlightens them so as to inform them of their true nature. This is almost always done because a well paying client needs a woman in their life changed into whatever they desire. Some want french maids, some want meek roman handmaidens, and some, like your husband, want a sort of 50s housewife slave. However, they’re all willing to pay handsomely for the chance to have a quivering, loving, completely obedient sex slave at hand to do whatever they want. My name is Jane, and I am tasked by my Master to oversee all the changes, and make sure all the women are happy with the changes. Are you happy, Marie?”
I was overjoyed! I was given a second chance to be a woman, and soon I was going home with the man I loved soon, and I would get to serve him. “Oh Ma'am, I’m sorry I was ever the stupid bitch I used to be. I can’t wait to see my husband, to serve him with my body, mind and soul! I want to cook for him, clean for him, do his laundry, fuck him, and just serve him in general.”
"I’m glad, sweetie. You’ve certainly come far in only a couple of days. So, would you like to see him, would you like to meet your master?“
"Oh yes! Yes yes yes, please let me see him. Please.”
She smiled. “Okay, first take this.” She took a collar out of the drawer. It was a beautiful, ornate black collar which she affixed to my neck. “We wouldn’t want him to see his slut not properly attired. Now get down on your knees, and I’ll go get your master.” And with that, she giggled and went bouncing out of the room.
A second, later, she walked in, bouncing along and leading my husband by his hand. I almost creamed my panties just looking at him. I don’t think I ever truly appreciated him before, but I appreciated him now. Tall dark and handsome, he had a square jaw dark eyes, and was wearing the suits I so loved to see him in. His tall stature belied how powerful he looked, and he didn’t look skinny, but in fact had some muscles, and a well built body that I knew was under that shirt. I was in heaven just looking at him.
He turned to me, slowely and surely setting his eyes down on me. I couldn’t tell if he liked me or not; he was always so cold and unfeeling. Previously I had hated that, I loved him so much for being a man, and not showing emotions like a weak woman would. Jane, slinking down to the floor and taking her place beside me, put her hand behind my back and with the other hand started rubbing my breasts. “Sir, Mr. Johnson, this is your new wife. She’s your slave and your toy, your perfect fifties housewife. We’ve changed her just as you'e commanded. Do you like her?”
He bent over, still not saying anything, and took me by my face with one strong hand. Suddenly, he slapped me. I smiled an even wider smile than I was, but still didn’t dare say anything. I was too afraid I would open my mouth and ruin the moment. He backhanded me again, and again, and I just took it. He smiled, the first time in a long time I’d seen him smile. “Yes,” he said, in his deep, strong, manly voice, “I think this is just fine.” He turned to me. “Are you happy Marie?”
"Oh Don, um, I mean Master, I’m so happy!“ I said. "Thank you for my new perfect body. I love my big titties and new, perfect ass, and I can’t wait to get home and serve you!”
He chuckled, leaning against the wall. “Well Jane, I can see you’ve made good on your promise. Marie, you’re going to quit your job, and spend the rest of your life serving me, being nothing more than a brainless bimbo dressed in frilly outfits for me. Would you like that?”
"I’m so happy Master! It would be my honor! I’m so sorry to have put you through so much. I was stupid to ever try to divorce you for something as perfectly natural as fucking another woman. I’m truly a worthless cunt, but if you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you! Your a man, and my husband, and you should be able to fuck whomever you want!“ I lowered my head, demurely, to his feet, and started licking his shoe. "I could see why you wouldn’t want to fuck a frigid bitch like me, but if you’ll let me, it’d be an honor to just clean your cock of her shit after you’ve fucked her up the ass.”
He laughed, and grabbed Jane by her hair. “So if I decided to take this little slut here, and shove my cock into her, you wouldn’t object?”
"Oh no Master! Please, do whatever you want to her.“
Her eyes widened, and a look of pure lust came over her. "Yes,” she said, “ please. Do whatever you want to me.”
He smiled. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Will you both take me out of my pants. I could get hard just listening to you.” Needless to say, we tripped over ourselves trying to get his shirt and his pants off. It felt so great, so natural, to be doing this for him. I could barely contain my excitement at finally getting to fuck him with my perfect body, to make up to him for what a horrible bitch I had been, and I was so glad my teacher was here to help me.
Finally, he was naked. His beautiful, perfect body was revealed to me. Hairy chest, thin, muscular form, tight ass. But the real pleasure was his cock! I had never seen his cock that huge before! It looked almost eleven inches long! He smiled. “You like? In addition to changing you, I thought I would get a tune up myself,” he said, stroking that huge, hard dick. “I’ve increased the size of my dick from 6 and a half to ten and a half inches, with an extra inch of thickness. I can also cum far more than ever before. But you’ll find that out soon enough. You can at least frig your cunt while you watch me fuck this little whore here.” He walked over to Jane as I stared transfixed at his dick, and lifted her up. My cunt moistened as I watched him throw her onto the bed and rip (and I mean literally rip) the top of her nurses outfit off, exposing her massive tits. I practicly shoved my fingers into my cunt as I watched this.
Without saying a thing, he straddled her and, sitting on her tits, started shoving his cock down her eager throat. She made moaning sounds as he used her face as a cunt, sawing his dick in and out. Her eyes were almost rolled back in her head because of hot she was. She struggled to frig her cunt, like I was doing, but Don pinned her and held her arms back. Then, he slapped her and started to choke her while he removed his cock and made her lick his balls. “Oh, fuck yeah, bitch. Do you like doing that? You like sucking my balls?”
"Oh yes, sir. Fuck I love it. I love you being above me while I’m under you. A woman’s place is, after all, under her man.“
He got off the bed for a second and dragged me over by my hair. "Fuck yes, you’re a real woman, aren’t you? Watch Marie, this is a good lesson for you. Now turn over, whore, I’m going to fuck that tight ass of yours. Marie, get under her. You can lick my balls while I rip this whore’s fat ass open.” I practically dove onto the bed under Jane as she climbed onto her hands and knees hiked her dress up to present her ass to Don. I climbed in under her as Don got in back. I lifted my head up and started licking and tongue kissing his balls as he pulled aside her thong and shoved his wet dick into her tight ass.
She started bucking and moaning, and screaming in lust. “Oh yes. Fuck yes, fuck me like a man. Ram your big, huge, cock into me. Fuck this anal whore. Oh fuck yes Fuck yes!” Meanwhile, I was consumed with licking him and watching the beautiful site of my husband fucking another woman up the ass while I got to suck on his balls. This was so great! I would treasure this moment forever, this was the first time I got to pleasure him, the first time I got to serve him with my new body and my new mind.
He payed no attention to me, though, as he alternated between grabbing her tits and pulling her hair like the reigns of a horse. She kept moaning, screaming for him to fuck her harder. I was licking off the juices and sweat from him, and he was going faster and faster every second. I bet it felt so good for him, fucking her like a fucking whore, ramming that big, glorious dick hard into her.
He kept going, for longer than I could imagine, sawing his cock in and out. She just kept screaming and moaning. He grabbed his belt from the counter and started whipping her in the ass, enjoying his position of power of these two docile eager sluts. He pulled back her hair with one hand, taking it like the reigns of the horse, raising her head higher and whipping her tight little butt.
Finally, I heard him grunt louder than before. He was about to cum, I knew it! He pulled out and grabbed each of us by the hair, dragging us of the bed and onto the floor. “Open your mouth whore, clean me and take my fucking cum down your throat,” he said as he pushed his dick into my already open mouth. I came again as he shoved his cock down my throat, rubbing his balls and spurring him on while Jane kissed his leg and told him to fuck his perfect wife harder, to cum all over her face use her like the whore she was. I didn’t know how I wasn’t gagging, but I was determined to take it all the way down.
With one last grunt, he pushed my head all the way down to his balls, and erupted in my throat. He held my head there as I grabbed his ass, and then started pumping my head up and down. He was coming in huge, giant spurts, so much so that it was spilling down out of my mouth and covering and coating my tits. Jane’s tongue shot out and started licking it all of my breasts while I took my hand and started jacking my husband of in my mouth, trying to keep all that delicious cream coming. It was heavenly, sweet and tangy at the same time. I love it. I wanted to taste it everyday.
Finally, when he stopped cumming, he leaned back against the wall. “Jane, you’ve really done your job well. She’s the perfect little slut wife. But one more thing. Marie, you said you would be happy to clean my cock after I’ve fucked another woman’s ass?”
"Say no more Master! I’d be happy to! You can’t be expected to dirty up your pants with a dirty cock. Better to use me.“ I crawled over and started licking and sucking his cock clean, being careful to get all of the sweat, cum, and shit off his perfect dick and balls. Tenderly, I went about my task, and once it was pristine I dried it with my hair.
Once he was all clean, he put his suit back on while Jane took me by the hair, put me back on the bed and licked all his cum off my tits. Truthfully, she spent a little too long, but I didn’t mind. Don just sat in the chair, watching us and smiling. When she was done, she turned and walked over to Don. She kneeled down and, presenting her tits, asked, "I trust we’ve changed her to your liking sir?”
"Yes, yes, very much. I’m completely happy with the changes here,“ he said. "Clean her up a little before we go. I’m going to go pay the bill.”
An hour and a half later, freshly showered and dressed in the tightest white dress imaginable, Jane brought me to the lobby before Don, where I crawled to him, licked his shoes, and begged him to take my leash and make me his slave. “Of course I will slave,” he said. “And call me Don. I like it better because it reminds me that you were once my bitch of a wife, and now you’re my slave of a wife.” I silenty vowed right then and there I would do everything to be the perfect woman for him.
After Jane got me cleaned up and dressed in my finest slutwear, I joined him in the lobby. Sitting at the desk where he was standing was a hot little redhead, wearing a hot, slutty nurses outfit and a collar. Attached to the collar was a chain attached to the desk. Don handed her a credit card, and she handed it back to him with the bill. “Fifty thousand dollars,” he said. “Don’t worry pet. I’ve been in talks to sell your magazine company, and this should pay for that and anything else we might need.” He patted my head and I swooned. He was so smart. A dumb girl like me could have never thought of that all by myself.
Jane walked out from a door behind the desk, holding a bag. “Hello again sir. I trust you’ve found everything satisfactory?”
“Oh, yes,” he said. “I couldn’t be happier about our little arrangement.”
“Neither could I be,” I said as I grabbed ahold of my man and nuzzled his neck.
She laughed. “Quite a far cry from the crying, screaming feminist bitch that you had to drag in here at gunpoint, isn’t it?”
“Oh yes,” he said. “Like I said, I couldn’t be happier.”
“I’m glad. I almost forgot to give you your gift package,” she said, lifting a suitcase from under the desk and opening it. “This is complimentary with every treatment. Included is a leash and collar, handcuffs, a book entitled "The Woman’s Guide to Better Serving Your Man,” and complimentary perfume. The perfume is especially valuable.“ She held it up, a beautiful, large, gold bottle. "This is one of the things we are most proud. If you spritz this on a woman, any woman, she’ll fall completely in love with you for two days. Of course, it’s no substitute for the treatment you’ve given your wife, but it’s good in a pinch if you see some little whore that you want to make your own, and don’t feel like going to the trouble or raping her. I think you’ll enjoy it. It should last a while.”
Don picked it up, looking at the bottle. “I think I’ll enjoy it too. It really works?”
“Oh yes sir! Just give whatever little slut you are looking at a tiny spritz, and she’ll fall instantly in love with you, and remain so until it wears off though, at which point she’ll go back to be a stupid whore and not understand why she fell so head over heals in the first place.
He walked out with me crawling in front of him, holding my leash. I volunteered to go in the trunk, so he could be alone for a bit, but he said it wasn’t neccesary. He drove away with my head in his lap, both awaiting our new lives as husband and slave wife.
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Reminiscing on all this, how could a girl not get aroused? Kneeling down on the floor, holding a tray with his cigar and glass of gin, it was hard to believe all this was a month ago. It made me just want to shove my fingers up my cunt, but I had to stay here, firm as a statue, until he arrived. It was my duty as a wife, after all. But where was he? I’d been kneeling here in front of the door for 45 minutes, and he still was nowhere to be found. Not that I was disapointed in him. Of course not. If he wanted to stay out all night, get drunk with his friends, maybe find some young little slut to fuck, then that was his right. But I wished he would let me know so I wouldn’t worry about him. What if something happened to him? What would I do?
But this was just my woman’s brain being over emotional. I shouldn’t be so selfish to demand he call me just because I was worried. My knees were killing me, though, and I wanted him so badly. I couldn’t imagine where he could be. My cunt was on fire just waiting for his arrival. It was so hard to keep waiting. But I had to. I had to serve him.
Finally, I heard the rumble of the car as it pulled up into the driveway and stopped, and footstep coming up the pavement. I could hear him, could almost sense him, on the other side of the door. The door knob turned and the door opened, and suddenly there he was. Tall, dark, handsome, and sillhouteed against the sunlight, his masculine scent intertwined with the smell of beer and rum. He looked down at me. I smiled. "Don! I’m so glad your home. I have your cigar and drink for you, just how you like!” He took his cigar and alcohol without saying a word, but started to smile at me. I lowered my eyes to the floor. “Is everything alright? I know it’s not my place to ask, but I was worried when you didn’t come home.”
He smiled down at me. “It’s alright. Me and the guys just went out to the strip club after work and drank a little. Actually, I probably shouldn’t have driven home, since I drank so much, but I guess no one was hurt.”
“Well, whatever you want Mast-I mean Don. It’s your life, I won’t complain,” I said, staring at the floor, ashamed of myself for even bothering him with this. He walked over to the couch, and sat down. I put the tray on a table next to the doorway and followed him crawling on the floor and kneeled in front of him. He did love so to see me kneel.
"You know,“ he said, "two months ago if I had done this, you would have been screaming the entire night.” He took a sip of his scotch. “It’s amazing what a little reconditioning can do. I have had a hard day though.” He pushed his foot out, resting it on my massive chest. I loved it when he used me like this.
Trying to fulfill my role as a good slave wife, I removed his shoes and started to massage the one that rested on my chest. I loved when I was allowed to do this. He smoked his cigar and took sips of his scotch. “I’m sorry baby. But you’re home now, just sit down and relax. I made duck ala orange with honey sauce for you dear. And if there’s anything I can do-"I licked my lips. ”-to help relieve some stress, just command me.“
"Duck, huh? You must have spent a long time on it slut. But I’m not hungry, I had a burger at the club bar.” He paused to watch my reaction.
A long time? I had spent two hours preparing the duck and making sure everything was perfect. I had slaved away on it (no pun intended). But of course, he was the man. “Of course sir. If you’re not hungry you’re not hungry. I can’t expect you to just be hungry, just to make myself feel good.”
“Great!” He turned on the tv and flipped to football. I sat down on the couch next to him, looking at him in wonder and awe. He just sat there. drinking his scotch and smoking his cigar. The smell of the cigar made me cough. I started to rub his shoulders, giving him a massage. He swatted my hands away and slapped me, looking annoyed. “Jesus, would you fucking leave me alone for a minute?”
“Sorry Don,” I said, looking down. I had displeased him. learn
“Hey, it’s alright,” he said. “You’re just getting into this role. You’ll. And besides.” He smiled, and backhanded me across the face. “It’ll feel good to punish you for that later on.”
“Oh, punish me as hard as you’d like sir! Beat me until I’m red!” I was still a little sad that he had been angry with me, but I was happy that he would get pleasure out of beating me.
“Maybe later whore. In the meantime, I forgot to tell you, I’m having a friend come over.”
“Oh, who sir? Would you like me to hide in the closet again like last week, so they don’t ask questions?”
“No, that won’t be necessary. It’s a woman actually.”
“Yes, a girl I met at the bar. We got to flirting a little bit and I used some of that perfume they gave me to me at the clinic. Boy, they weren’t kidding when they said that it would make her fall in love with me. I gave her a spray of the perfume and she looked ready to rip my clothes off, but I just told her to come here later. She was a hot little slut. After we were done, I told her to come over here later. I hope that you’ll be okay with this.”
“Oh, well of course that’s fine sir.” I had hoped we would have a romantic evening at home today, but he wanted to fuck someone else and I would accept that. There was nothing else to be said. And besides, the thought of my man going and shoving his dick down a little whore’s throat made me kind of wet.
“Good,” he laughed. “Because when I told her I had a wife, she said that that was perfect because she’s been looking for a threesome lately. Now, I’m done with the brandy. Get me another one whore.” He said, and I giggled as he stood me up and slapped my ass. I ran to the kitchen to do what he said. As I took the bottle out and refilled his glass, I wondered what kind of girl he was going to bring home. This was our first threesome since the day he took me home, and I couldn’t imagine what she was going to be like.
I came back and served him the glass of brandy, then kneeled down at his feet. I’m not sure if it was something in grown or something they programmed into me, but something about me just loved kneeling at my man’s feet, like a cat. I laid down and closed my eyes, not because I wanted to go to sleep but because I wanted to imagine he was fucking me right now. Maybe the packers would lose and he would take all his anger out on me. I must have spent an hour lying there, just visualizing all the nasty, depraved things he could do to me. Maybe shove a big dildo up my ass while he fucked my throat with his giant dick. Or the other way around shoving a giant plastic cock down my throat to stifle my screams of pleasure as he plowed me in the ass. Maybe he would even cum in my ass, or all over my big tits, or-
The doorbell rang and I was jolted out of my reverie. Don looked up from his sports game. “Hmmm, that must be her,” he said, and kicked me away. “Well, what are you waiting for? You’re the woman of the house, go answer the door.”
“Of course, Don.” I ran to the door, not wanting to keep my husband’s lover waiting. I slowly pulled the large wooden door open, and my jaw nearly dropped On the other side was one of the hottest girls I had ever seen. I had a hard time believing she was a bartender instead of the main stripper. She was short girl with dark skin and brown eyes, with huge tits accentuated by her tight black belly shirt, and a nice ass that really showed in her black lycra stretch pants. She looked like she went through the same body operation that I did!
“Hi,” she said, timidly, for a woman who looked as ferocious as she did. “Is this….ummm….I mean…is….is Don here?”
“Of course he is dear. I’m Marie, Don’s…his wife. Welcome to our house.”
“I’m Jasmine.” She extended her hand. “It’s good to meet you.” I smiled, and would have kissed her but didn’t know how either her or Don would have felt about that. I took her hand and brought her through the hallway and into the living room to meet Don.
As soon as she came into the room and saw him, her eyes lit up. She ran to Don and planted kisses all over him, pressing her breasts against his shoulder and rubbing his crotch. They started making out like rabbits, and seemed to go on forever. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, so I just kneeled down and sat on my heels. Taking her by the neck, he pulled her away for a second. “So, slut, did you have a hard time getting her.”
“Oh no, but it was hard to not speed since I was so excited. I wanted to tell all the girls at the club how excited I was and how I met the most amazing man, but you said not to say anything, so I didn’t. It wasn’t easy though. You are just as hot as I remember you. So,” she cuddled up to him more. “Now, that I’m here…."she said, pulling her top down a little bit to show her tits, "what did you have in mind.”
He just smiled and grabbed her again, and they resumed making out. It was hard to not get excited over the prospect of this, seeing my husband making out with some cheap slut he met in a bar. I thought that I had hoped he would let me try her out too. She was almost humping herself against his thigh. Suddenly, she looked up. “So, is your wife okay with this?”
“Haha, look at her,” he said. “Doesn’t she look okay? Marie, tell her what you think of this.”
I looked up. “Of course, sir! You see Jasmine, I probably wouldn’t have been okay a month ago, before I realized what a wonderful, kind, loving husband Don was, but I want to let you know that I am one hundred percent okay with this. My husband is such a big, strong man, that of course one woman will never be enough for him, and after a hard day’s work there is nothing better than just plowing any little slut he likes.”
She laughed. “Good, I’m glad. I wasn’t sure what to think.”
I stood up. “Don’t worry your pretty little head off.” I walked over to her and took her head in my hands. “The only thing you need to worry about is if you don’t let him fuck you hard enough.” I brought her head to my head and I kissed her tenderly. I looked over to Don, and he smiled that warm, beautiful smile. I was pleasing him! I was so glad I was pleasing him!
“I thought you would say that whore,” he said. Then, he unzipped his trousers and took his beautiful dick out, stroking it while Jasmine was busy sucking his neck and giving him a hickey.
She looked down and gasped at the size, a strange combination of surprise and lust in her eyes. “Oh my god. It’s so big,” she said.
He laughed. “I know, slut, I know. Can you imagine how this dick is going to feel in your throat? Or in your cunt? Or in your tight ass?”
She was almost mesmerized by it. “Oh god,” she said, kneading one of her giant tits and looking from his face to his cock. “Can I touch it, Don?” She pleaded in a breathy whisper. “Pleeeeaaassee? I’ll make you feel so good if you let me.” With a big grin on his face, he nodded. With one well tiny, well manicured hand, she took her hand and slowly started stroking his big cock. Up and down, up and down. She looked like she was hypnotized. She wasn’t the only one. I could just stare at Don’s enormous dick for hours and hours. Even though it had been at least a month of it getting shoved up my cunt and down my throat every morning and every night, I still wasn’t use to the monster that my master was now sporting. It was so big and powerful my knees went weak just looking at it, and every time I saw it my cunt moistened in pure lust.
He told me once that even though it was bigger he could feel a lot more pleasure with his new cock, and that certainly showed here. He was moaning as she was stroking his dick. He took her by the neck again and started making out with her once more, shoving his tongue down her throat while she increased her rhythym. Suddenly, he took her and shoved her face down into his crotch. She knew to take it, and opened her mouth wide enough to accommodate his cock. “Oh fuck yeah,” he screamed, and then looked at me. “Well, what are you waiting for bitch. My balls aren’t going to lick themselves.” That was all the signal I needed, and I leaned forward and started licking his balls and drooling all over them while Jasmine was getting her mouth used like a cunt.
The television, which he had never turned off, blared away in the background. He stopped fucking Jasmine’s mouth and just let her give him a more traditional blowjob as he leaned back and put his hands behind his head as he lay there content to let his slave wife and his stripper whore servicing his dick. Jasmine was especially enjoying her first contact with his cock, and started drooling all over it and getting it wet.
I couldn’t wait until it was me sucking her cunt juice off his dick. I was so glad to do this for him, giving him such simple pleasure while he watched football. Occasionally he would moan, and reach down to stroke my hair, or grab Jasmine’s neck to increase her pace. We both made low moaning sounds, completely absorbed into our task, working in tandem in servicing this icon of masculinity, this virile god. We could have done this forever, but we only did it for a half an hour more, never losing our fervor, until the game ended.
“Packers lost, damnit,” Don remarked angrily. He pushed me and Jasmine off his cock onto the floor. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed his pants so that he was standing naked in front of the two of us. “Follow me,” he said as he walked off in the direction of the kitchen. He must have been a little drunk, since he was stumbling a bit.
Jasmine motioned to get up, but I pulled her back down. “Don likes it when I crawl,” I informed her. She just smiled, and planted a kiss on my cheek. We followed him, crawling as seductively as we could, she in front of me. I love the way her ass looks in the skirt she was wearing, I could follow her for hours. We crawled into the kitchen where Don had gone.
“You looked like you spent a lot of time on this slut,” Don said, motioning to the dinner table, which I had laid out very carefully. Indeed, it looked like a centerfold from a Martha Stewart Magazine, with the duck in the center and the mashed potatos on the side. I had been meticulous about laying everything out perfectly, making it look as picturesque as possible.
“Yes Don,” I said, fighting the urge to touch myself, since he was still stroking his cock. “I prepared it just like you like. I tried hard to get everything just right.” I giggled. I had hoped he liked it.
"Well, I think the table looks a little cluttered.“ He grabbed the tablecloth and ripped it off the table, destroying everything on the table, and ruining the meal I worked so hard for. The food splattered, the dishes cracked, the glasses shattered, and everything crashed to the floor. To say it was ruined was an understatement.
"Don’t worry bitch,” he said, seeing the shock on my face. “You can clean it up after I’m done.” He laughed, and grabbed Jasmine by the neck again, lifting her to her feet. Then, he bent her over on the table, and grabbed her head back by the hair. “Are you ready bitch?” She whimpered. With one hard push Don shoved his massive monster of a cock into her wet cunt. She gasped, screaming like a stuck pig. She was so wet he went in right to his balls, pushing deep into her.
I just sat there in a daze, watching them both, my husband sawing his cock in an out of this bartender-stripper’s cunt, making her moan in pleasure, crushing her tits against the hard wood. It was entrancing. My husband had just ruined a meal I had spent hours making, for absolutely no other reason than to prove a point, and not only was I not angry, I was turned on. I even loved him more! He was a real fucking man, who knew what he wanted and he tok it. HE wanted a place to bend over and fuck his little tramp, and he took it, without any regard for my feelings. God, I loved him so much. I loved seeing him fuck that little slut, putting her in her place, giving her all she got. She was moaning loudly. Of course if it was me, I would be dirty talking to him, goading him on, but she was just screaming and moaning, not having the ability to do anything except just lay there and take it.
I got up and started to hug him from behind, resting my head on his shoulder and running my hands all over his hard chest and tight stomach. “Oh yeah Master, fuck her. Fuck her Don, fuck her like the big, strong man you are. Does she feel good? Does her tight, wet cunt feel good wrapped around you hard cock!”
“Oh fuck yeah. Fuck it feels good. Fucking watch me.”
“I love watching you fuck some little tramp. Make the little slut moan around your cock, you big fucking stud.” I made sure to push my big tits into his body, rubbing him all over with my chest and my roaming hands. He was grunting and Jasmine was moaning. He turned his head around and kiss me hard, all the while never skipping a beat. Her cunt juices were leaking onto the floor, and he kept grabbing her hair and pulling her up while at the same time pushing her back down so her tits were always crushed against the table.
Then suddenly he increased his rhythym, thrusting harder, faster. He grunted loudly, pulling his dick out, and, turning around, he forced me onto my knees and shoved his dick in my mouth. He used my mouth like a cunt, and the minute it hit my lips I orgasmed. Moaning around his cock, I started slobbering around the head and rubbing his balls, alternatively sucking on the shaft and sucking the head while jacking off the shaft. His cock tasted wonderful, and so did her cunt juice.
Suddenly, he bellowed, and thrust my head down all the way to his balls, shooting his cum down my throat. I tried to swallow it all, amazingly not gagging. He held me there for five seconds, and then pulled it out while he began to shower my face in cum. I screamed in orgasm as I felt his white hot lava pour all over my skin, coating my face and tits and staining my dress. I fucking lived for this, to be treated like this! To suck another woman’s cunt juice off my husband’s cock and then have him cum all over me like the cheap fucking whore I was.
“Fuck yeah, take that bitch. Take that you little slave. Oh my fucking god that’s hot. Get off the table whore and help her.” He grabbed Jasmine, still overwhelmed by the massive torrents of pleasure, and pulled her by her hair off the table. She quickly recovered, and soon we both started licking his cock in tandem with each other, with me sucking the head and her licking up and down the shaft, working to suck any more of the precious liquid out of that big dick that ruled both of our lives. Every reservation about a threesome I had ever had, before or after the transformation. This was so beautiful and it felt so natural to another slut adoring my man’s dick alongside me. I was just glad she was such a good whore. We kept sucking long after he went soft, trying to clean his dick of all the cunt juice and cum. When we were done, and I had lovingly dried his cock off with my hair, we both kneeled down and started kissing his feet.
Don was panting at this point from the heavy fucking he had given Jasmine. We had both given him as much as we had to give, and now he was reaping the rewards. “I can’t tell you,” he said, “ how good you both look like that: kneeling down with your asses out, kissing my feet.” He sighed. “This is how it should be.” He grabbed Jasmine by her hair (he did like doing that) and pulled her to her feet, then smacked her on the butt. “Come on slut. We’re going to bed. Maybe if you get me hard again tonight I’ll let you sleep on the bed tonight.”
“Oh, thank you Don!” She gushed.
“No problem whore. Marie can go and clean this all up while I’m fucking you,” he said. “Isn’t that right Marie?”
“Of course dear! Why would a woman ever go to bed when there’s such a mess for her to clean?” I smiled my biggest, rosiest smile to let him know that not only was I okay with him ruining dinner, I respected him more because of it.
“Great! You can sleep on the floor tonight, by the way. No use in having two whores take up room in my bed, now is there? Come on, Jasmine, let’s go.” And with that he put his hand on Jasmine’s ass and guided her out of the room. I sighed. A women’s work is never done. Neither is a slave’s. I couldn’t wait to clean this mess. But first, I was covered it cum, and it certainly wasn’t going to lick itself off my body.
After I was done licking all of my man’s delicious baby batter off of my body, I poured myself a glass of water, surveying the mess. The kitchen was literally covered in the remnants of what I had hope would be a very ornate and decadent dinner. I sighed. At least Don was able to clear the table quickly to get a good fucking out of her.
“Oooooooh!” A voice from the bedroom cried out. I could hear them fucking from all the way in the kitchen.
“That’s right, you little whore! Take it!”
“Oh Don! I can’t believe how BIG you are.”
“Oh fuck yeah, I know you like it.”
Naked as I was, I started blushing all over, getting turned on a little. It’s amazing what could set me off. But of course I had work to do. I put on some high heels to clean the floor, since I didn’t want to step on the broken plates, and they were the only kinds of shoes I owned, and got to work on the cleaning. As I was scrubbing, I could hear all sorts of wonderful, depraved sounds from the bedroom. They were really going at it by the sound of it, and harder than ever. I guess what happened here was just a warm up.
Not that I minded. Just picturing my husband getting it off with that hot little stripper could drive me to cum myself. It was torture cleaning and not being able to jill off at the sound of them, but then again I had my orders.
“Oh, I wonder if he’ll let me suck the cum out of her pussy.” I said quietly to myself. I wasn’t selfish enough to think that Don would want to fuck me today, but I hoped that I would at least be of some use to him physically. I got so hot at the thought of it. Usually, while I’m doing my household chores, Don allows me to shove a vibrator up my cunt as a way to sustain myself, but I wouldn’t dare try to get it out of the room while the two of them were being intimate.
Fortunately, no sooner did I finish putting the finishing touches on the kitchens then when I heard an extra loud scream from the bedroom. “Oh Don! That was sooooo amazing.”
“Shut up whore. Now fucking clean me.”
“Oh of course baby.” I couldn’t help but slip a finger down to my cunt as I crept over and pressed an ear to the door. I could hear the slurping and moaning sounds as she licked her own juices off his cock. “This tastes so good baby!”
“I didn’t say you could speak, now get back to sucking.” She moaned a barely audible moan at his abuse. I wondered if this would be the right time to come into the bedroom. Well, I had finished the kitchen like he said. Gently, I knocked on the door.
“Don, sir? Is it alright if I come in? I’ve done what you asked and cleaned the mess?”
“Sure, get your ass in here. I have something else for you to do.” Squealing, I hopped into the room, greeted by the lovely site of Jasmine cleaning his still hard cock, which now looked like she was holding a snake in her arms. I stood there respectfully, awaiting my orders while I watched my husband be serviced by the hot little slut.
“Baby, I had so much fun tonight,” Jasmine said, still licking up and down his long pole. “Is there anything else you want before I go? Maybe another one of those great little assfucks?”
“No, I’m fucking tired. You sure wore me out whore. Get out.” She smiled and stood up. She put her discarded clothes back on, and kept her panties off took them in her hands.
“Baby, am I going to get to see you again?”
“I don’t know. You won’t remember a thing after that perfume wears off, anyway?”
She looked puzzled. “What?”
“Nothing, nothing. Maybe I’ll see you again. Now leave me alone, I want to get some sleep. Marie will walk you out.”
“Sure baby. Have a good nights sleep. Please call me. Anytime. Day or night. For anything.” I walked with her out to the parlor. “It was good to meet you Marie.” She embraced me in an open mouthed kiss. She still had some of his cum in her mouth, and I shoved my tongue down her throat as she shoved hers down mine. “I hope we can do this again very soon.” I admired her perfect ass in that black skirt as she walked out the door.
I hurried back to the room to service Don, hoping he’d give me a good fuck tonight too. “Good thing you’re here whore.” He said. “I need to piss, but I don’t want to get up.”
“Of course Don, would you like to use my mouth?” I jumped at the chance to be of service to my husband. Smiling, I kneeled down and I took his cock in my mouth, and as I did I said, “I would love to relieve you dear. Please, use me as your toilet.” I put my mouth on his cock and he started pissing in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, making sure not to spill absolutely any of my god’s fluid and to keep it all in my mouth. After all, he wouldn’t want to get piss on his bed.
When he was done, I licked up and down his cock, making sure to clean it thoroughly. “Oh, Don, thank you for letting me into the bedroom. Is there anything else I can do?”
“No, no. You can go to sleep on the floor tonight. I feel like having the bed to myself tonight. Go fucking clean you’re mouth. Brush your teeth. You’re fucking disgusting, you know that? You just let a man piss in your mouth, and for like the thirtieth fucking time.”
His abuse went straight to my cunt. “Of course Master. Well, if you would like me to be disgusting, than I will be for you.”
He laughed. “Of course you will be. Now go clean up.” He reached over and smacked me hard on my ass, and pushed me towards the direction of the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
My master, my beautiful, darling husband, thought I was disgusting. Well, I wanted him to be happy, maybe I should be his disgusting wife. After all, I was hot, but even with my surgically enhanced looks, was I hot enough for a god?
Snoring came from the other room as I sat on the toilet. Jasmine must have worn him out servicing him. I would just have to do something good for him tomorrow to show him I was still hot enough for him. I tried being the perfect wife for him, and doing what he wanted, but he still prefered to fuck that little stripper. Maybe she was dirtier than I was. She was pretty hot….and she did moan very loudly.
I started to masturbate as I brushed my teeth. At first I just started to rub my fingers against my cunt, but soon I hiked up my dress and started fingering my ass. Suddenly, I saw a hairbrush on the counter. I looked at it. It was a beautiful brush with a marble handle. I licked it up and down, pretending it was my owners giant cock. Rubbing it against my ass crack, I realized what I was craving, and started to push it slowely into the crack of my butt. I jammed it all the way up to the bristles, put my black booty shorts back over my ass, and cracked the door open to see what Don was up to.
I wanted to go to my husband and show him what his slave wife was doing, that she had pushed a hairbrush into her ass because she was that depraved, that if he approved she would gladly take it out and clean it like it was his cock. That I wanted to throw myself down on the floor and show him what a dirty, nasty slut I was. That in addition to being his perfect 50s housewife, I could be his perfect whore.
But I just found him passed out on the bed. I wiggled my ass over, being careful not to let the makeshift butt plug fall out. He was passed out drunk, sprawled lazily out across the bed.
I shimmied out of my dress and bra, but left my booty shorts on over my ass. I wanted the hairbrush to stay lodged up my ass the whole night; maybe when I dream it would feel like Don’s cock up my ass. And in the morning I could clean it, right after I cleaned Don’s real cock, and maybe he would let me tongue his ass too. The wooden floor was hard, but it felt good to obey my master and fall asleep on it. I took my dress off and quietly got into a red babydoll nighty, just like Don liked. I hoped he would wake me up by plunging his cock into my ass, like he did a week ago. I adored being treated like a fuckhole.
I thought of taking a pillow off the bed, but then thought that Don might need the extra pillows, so I just decided to lay on the floor without comfort. As I put my head onto the hardwood floor, I thought of how good it to perform this little act of service for my husband. At first I was too stimulated to even close my eyes, but soon I fell asleep gently rubbing my cunt and manipulating the makeshift dildo in my ass.
I drifted off to dreams of my Master standing above me, towering above me like a God, with fire in his eyes. I had a million dreams I half remembered of Don, and only Don; that he was fucking me up the ass and then letting me clean his cock by deepthroating it. That he was doing me doggystyle while all my friends watched and cheered at what a slut I was. That he was fucking me missionary style just so he could choke me and slap my tits as I moaned around his cock. That he was beating me mercilessly and hitting me across the face while I was begging for more.
I had beautiful dreams of him fucking me, exquisite dreams of sucking him, fucking him, him covering me in cum. I had dreams of serving him, loving him, sucking and assfucking him till he moans and screams. Most of all, I had dreams of serving him, of making him feel good, like a big, strong man should feel like. They were the same dreams I have every night, the dreams I looked forward to every time I go to sleep; every time I tucked my sweet darling of a husband in and closed my eyes.
I awoke with a start. It was 6:15, and I had been asleep for about 6 and a half hours. I’m not sure how, but I wake up around this time every single day to get my makeup and outfit ready, prepare breakfast, and to wake don up with a blow job. The hairbrush handle was still lodged in my ass, to my great pleasure. I reached around and took it out slowly, relishing in the pain and pleasure of it’s length and girth penetrating my body. I brought it up to my nose, inhaling the muskiness of the brush. I put it in my mouth, running my tongue and cleaning it’s hardness. I relished it’s dark, musty taste in my mouth, imagining it was a big hard cock that had been up my ass this whole night. I’m sure it was at least partially responsible for the fact that my dreams had been dominated by images of being buttfucked all night. I cleaned it, licking it up and down, which made my cunt wet. I relished the taste of my own shit, since it made me feel like such a whore. I put the brush back into my butthole, wanting it’s hardness in my tight hole for at least a little longer.
I got up quietly to make sure I wouldn’t make him. I’m sure that he wouldn’t wake up anyway, since he’s a heavy sleeper, but I didn’t want to do anything to disturb his sleep. The first vestiges of sunlight started filtering through the windows.
I stopped and took a second to admire him. There he was, his beautiful, muscular, lithe form laying sprawled out on the bed. There were red marks on his strong chest where stripper-whore jasmine had scratched with her well manicured hands. His long cock was sitting on his leg like an angry python. I so wanted to touch it, to kiss it and suck it; to take those big beautiful balls in my mouth and clean them of the strippers cunt juice with my tongue.
But I steadied myself, and reminded myself of how soon I would get to worship him. In the meantime, I would have to clean myself up. He liked me to greet him in the morning in full dress and makeup. I tip-toed out of the room, enjoying the way the handlebrush twisted in my ass as I walked. I walked into the bathroom and peeled off what little clothes I was wearing. I brushed my teeth for ten minutes to make sure they were white and clean, then hopped in the shower. I shivered from the cold water, like I do every morning, but reminded myself that it was good for the skin. I washed the sweat and cum and piss off my body, scrubbing myself completely clean. Finally, I took the hairbrush out of my ass and cleaned it with soap and water. Then, setting it down, I cleaned my hair with the four different shampoos and three different conditioners that I used every morning. It was a laborious process, but kept me clean, tan, and fair. An hour later, I stepped out of the shower completely refreshed.
I tiptoed out of the bathroom and into the big walk in closet in the bedroom. I looked at my increasingly large wardrobe of dresses, costumes, and outfits, and selected a tight, yellow little number that looked like a combination of a low-cut cocktail dress and something June Cleaver would wear. Don did like 50s style dresses. I put on a black bra and thong and squeezed myself into the dress, then spent another half an hour doing my hair and makeup.
I slipped out of the closet, my heart pounding on my chest. I saw Don had turned over in his sleep, and was sleeping on his stomach now. I climbed gently over him, and started to caress and massage his beautiful shoulders. “Don?” I whispered. “Master?” I made sure to speak in my most soothing, pleasing tones. “I wanted to wake you. It’s eight o’ clock. I’ll have breakfast ready in a half an hour. Would you like a good morning blowjob?”
Don, still half asleep, turned over. His cock, already hard (I hoped with anticipation, sprang up. Still half asleep, Don grunted. I took that as a “Blow my giant cock, you stupid whore!” and started kissing down his hard stomach. I let my lips wander all the way down to the base of his shaft, and I started planting little licks and kisses on the shaft as I worked my way to the top.
I slipped the head into my mouth and then started sucking hard while I moved my hand up and down his cock and played with his balls. He started to groan, opening his eyes for the first time. Taking this as a good sign to keep on doing what I was doing, I started to move my hand faster while taking more of it into my mouth. I was up two inches past the head, then four, then six. Suddenly, rubbing his balls, I took a deep breath through my nose and plunged it all the way down to my throat, so my nostrils were inhaling his pubic hair. He groaned loudly in pleasure and I groaned loudly from the privelege of being able to service him.
I choked a little bit, but that was okay. I kept myself down for as long as I could bear it and then finally took the giant schlong out of my throat. I started to lick and suck all my saliva off of it. Don, fully awake now, started stroking my hair. Still tired, he was content to have me in the drivers seat, rather than forcing me down on his dick like he usually does. That’s alright, I would get enough of that later.
I took one of his balls into my mouth and started to jack him off again. This time I could work my hands faster because of how slick his cock was. He started to groan louder, than before. From the past month of morning blowjobs, I knew what this meant.
“That’s right baby, are you going to come?” I said in the same soothing, pleasing tone. “Are you going to spray your cum into my mouth? Cum in me, cum for your slave wife.”
He pushed my head onto his cock and suddenly started spurting cum. I came, moaning as he thrust harder into my mouth and let loose a torrent of cum. I made sure to catch all of it in my mouth, like I always do. He didn’t like facials at this time in the morning. I swallowed what must have been a gallon of sticky, delicious fluid, all the while jacking him off and silently begging for more. My cunt almost soaked through my panties as I sucked his awesome baby batter down into my tummy.
“Oh Don! You always have so much cum!” I said when he had stopped. “Did that feel good for you?”
Finally wide awake, Don smiled. “That was great whore. That’s always a great way to start the day!”
My heart jumped. “Thank you baby! Would you like me to bring you breakfast in bed?”
“No, have it on the table. I’ll be down in a half an hour. Oh and baby?”
“Serve it to me with your tits out.”
“Oh yes sir! I mean yes Don!” I skipped out of the room. Excited to see my man awake, I ran into the kitchen and started beating eggs for his breakfast. I remembered there was an french omelette recipe I saw in a home and garden issue, and wanted to try it out for his breakfast. I opened the drawer and looked through the old magazines for it. Suddenly, something caught my eye: a magazine had my name on it.
I picked it up. It wasn’t like the magazine’s I usually read, which had pretty women on the cover talking about things like fashion, love, sex, and other things girls should talk about. But this wasn’t like that at all. It was dark, with a black cover and a stylized logo. The title “Modern Feminist” was emblazoned in bold letters on the top of the magazine, and on the bottom, my name was printed next to “Editor in Chief.” I suddenly remembered what this was! I used to be a magazine editor. To think, a woman like me, a stupid, low, dumb woman, could ever do something as important as a magazine. I don’t think it was actually me, though. Don must have helped me, and actually done it. He was so smart.
Excited, I flipped through the pages, before settling on an article entitled: “What men should do for us!”, written by some dyke, probably. ‘ONE!,’ it proclaimed, ‘The modern woman is the antithesis of the white washed feminine caregiver that has acted as napalm to our cause of equality! TWO….’
It continued, but I stopped reading. I couldn’t tell what they were saying, but it seemed hard and nothing I was interested in. It wasn’t about cooking or cleaning or serving your man or sucking cock or anything a silly little girl like me could wrap my head around. Besides, my hands kept moving to my crotch and to my chest, wanting to pleasure myself.
I discarded the magazine on the counter and looked through the drawer until I found the magazine with the recipe I was looking for. I chopped up some cheese, an onion, put a couple of spritzes of parsley on it, and put it on the table, then reached into my shirt and pulled my massive tits out of my dress. Feeling dirty, I hoped my husband would enjoy the site of my perfect tits ready for him in the morning.
I heard footsteps on the stairs and quickly hurried to fix everything and put his paper on the table, then stood by the counter as picturesque as I could when he came into the room. “Good morning, my sweet, dear husband, how was your blowjob?”
“Good,” he said as he came into the room. “I mean, it was okay.” He smiled as I hurried to pull his seat out for him. He plopped down in his seat, and picked up the paper, nonchalantly sipping his coffee.
“I’ve made you an omelete and coffee, your favorite sir!” I smiled and started massaging his shoulders. I shuddered in a little mini, mini, mini orgasm, as I told him all about how I had served him. “Is there anything else dear?”
“No, not right now bitch.” He said. Then he saw the feminist magazine on the counter. Walking over and picking it up, he looked angry. “What is this still doing here? I didn’t know we still had these in our house?”
“I’m sorry, I just saw my name on it and forgot what it was-” He slapped me hard on the face.
“Why were you fucking reading this?”
I choked back tears. “I’m sorry s-sir. I just saw my name on it and remembered I once wrote a magazine or something. I was just looking for a magazine with a recipe so I could serve you better, honest! Please don’t be angry with me sir.”
He slapped me again, and then grabbed me by my hair and started back handing me to the face. I was scared, and sorry I had displaced him, but my cunt was leaking so much as he started to punish me. He pushed me down against the table so that my ass was stuck out, and hiked up my dress, smacking my ass with the magazine, over and over. Suddenly, I remembered my punishment oath, the one he had told me to say whenever he punished me.
“I’m sorry I displeased-AH! you Don! I’m lower than dirt and deserve to be hit.” I repeated. I was sad I displeased him, but my cunt was getting so wet. “I’m sorry I displeased you Don, I’m lower than dirt and deserve to be hit.” I repeated over and over as he spanked me again. I was so turned on!
He pulled me back up by my hair again and smacked my face with the rolled up magazine. “Now Marie,” he said, angry but calmer. “I want you to listen to me very carefully. This is a fantasy magazine, filled with women who have low IQs and don’t realize their place is to serve men. Are you listening?”
“Yes sir, I know sir! I just wanted to find a recipe, I wanted you to be happy with your slave wife. I’m so sorry that I displeased you. Here, I made you breakfast with my tits out like you said, and I cleaned up the mess from when you were fucking that stripper yesterday. Please, please believe me, I didn’t want to anger you, sir. Master….”
He looked at me and slapped me again. I repeated the oath once more. “Oh,” he said. “I believe you, but I want you to get rid of all these magazines today. I don’t know why we still have them in the house. From now on, you’re only to get magazines about proper womanly subjects like housework.”
“Absolutely Don! Yes sir. That’s what a bimbo should learn anyway! I only want to be the perfect bimbo for you.” I said, enthusiastically as I could.
“Good,” He said, releasing me. He took hold of one of my tits and kneaded it. “I like you with your tits out too during breakfast too, by the way.” My heart jumped! Usually when he was done beating me he was angry for a while, but this was so kind of him to say. “Now, get on your knees. My shoes are pretty clean, but I want you to polish them anyway while I’m eating. And use your tongue.”
“Oh of course dear!” I said, and gladly crawled under the table. I started licking and cleaning his shoes with gusto, enjoying the taste of my man’s shoes as I served him. I wanted to never stop this. I don’t know what those women in the magazine were talking about, this was great!
He withdrew his feet and got up. “That’s good slut.” He said, and patted me on the head. “Oh and Marie? I was telling my friend about what happened to you, and he said that he might want to do the same to his wife. You’ve met her right? Her name is Betsy?”
“Of course dear! Oh she’s a hot little bitch” I said, getting up and handing him his lunch. I thought about how she always seemed stuck up when I met her, and how good she would look kissing my husbands toes.
“Great. Well, he may just do it, and afterwards we were thinking of having a little dinner party fuck session.”
"That sounds wonderful baby!“ I said. "I would love it.
He laughed. "I knew you would. Now I’m off to work. Maybe I’ll be home, maybe I won’t later. Either way, have dinner on the table by six.”
“Yes dear!” I kissed him on the cheek and saw him to the door, then waved as he got into the car, happy to see him off. Thinking about my life, I was so lucky to have a husband who was such a good master. He knew when to beat me, when to fuck me, when to use me, and when to abuse me. I was so glad to serve him. ‘Oh well,’ I thought. 'Only seven more hours until I get to see him and serve him more!’ I thought excitedly, and tripping over myself, went to go about my housework like a good wife should.
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