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 It's been a rough day: the bathroom, laundry, dishes, the windows,
vacuuming the rug and I still haven't gotten to scrubbing the floor.  It's
not easy being a good wife.  Even though the cottage we live in isn't a
castle it's His castle and he likes a tidy castle.  The hard part is
keeping myself tidy.  It's hard not to get dirt on my white thigh-highs or
on my lacy g-string when I scrub the floor.  Or keeping the dust off my
tight black corset with the lace around my nipples covering the clamps...
(last time I forgot a dirty dish in the bedroom) as i reach high above me
to get the hard to reach spots above the blinds.  Even though the high
heels help I still can't seem to reach it without straining.  I check the
time..  He'll be home soon.  I finish vacuuming and find the tiny scrub
brush to clean the floor.  I crawl on my hands and knees scrubbing
franticly from end to end.  I check the time..  not much time left and I
haven't gotten to buffing the floor.  He wants it shiny..  he says that he
needs to be able to see my pussy without lifting my skirt.  I start rubbing
and buffing for all I'm worth.  The door slowly and silently opens..  he's
home.  I don't hear him come in until he clears his throat.  I startle
knowing that I haven't finished.  I look back behind me into his
disappointed eyes.

   "Continue," he orders.

   "Yes, Husband," I nod and turn back buffing the floor vigorously.  I can
feel him watching me.  It seem like hours before I'm finished..  but the
floor shines just the way he likes it.  I put my cleaning tools back in the
basket for them on the table, I pick it up to put them away under the sink
and he stops me dead in my tracks...

   "Aren't you forgetting something?" such sweetness in his voice but still
I panic.  What did I forget?!  The bathroom?  No I did that first.  The
bedroom?  I finished that before I cleaned the kitchen.  The kitchen is
clean too and now the living room is finished!  What could I be
forgetting?!

   I hear the zip of this pants and I breathe a sigh of relief.

   "Yes, Husband." I place the cleaning tools back onto the table and I
kneel before him.  I pull out his cock and gently suck on it.  I push back
his foreskin unmasking his purple crown.  That wonderful silky head..  I
loll it around in my mouth enjoying the sensation..  loving his member.. 
an extension of him.  He pulls back and sharply slaps me.  I gasp holding
my cheek in surprise staring wide eyed up to him.

   "Clean it..  not love it!"

   I nod and continue but with more purpose.  My head bobbing back and
forth..  saliva dripping from my lips..  pushing deeper and harder..  his
cock pushing into the back of my throat..  I resist the urge to gag. 
Grasping his legs for stability I force it deeper still..  the best
cleaning is a deep one.  Gagging on his cock..  my throat massaging him..
my eyes watering..  I look up to see if I have pleased him.  He looks down
to me and shakes his head "no."

   "Not good enough..  use something else." He pushes me back to the floor.
I stand and bend over.  I pull aside my g-string and push back onto his
wonderful cock with my pussy.  Grasping the sides of the table for
stability I gradually gain speed until the table can barely remain in
place. Moaning in pleasure I look back to him, again searching for his
satisfaction.  He shakes his head "no" once more.

   "It's too shiny.  I like it not so sticky and wet.  Fix it."

   Crushed, I push back onto his cock once more..  this time I force him
into my most delicate orifice.  Biting my lip, pushing past the pain, I
fuck him for all I'm worth..  the table scraping against the floor.  He
knows that this is painful.  He knows that by his request I've cleaned
myself inside and out only an hour ago.  Sore and dry..  the only
lubrication is from my wet pussy as I fuck his cock with my ass as hard as
I can.  He takes off his belt and wraps it around my neck pulling it tight.
Cinching down on it he pulls me up from the stability of the table, yanking
his belt harder and harder, slamming his cock into me.

   "Don't make a noise" He whispers in my ear as he pushes me down making
me arch my back, thrusting my breasts forward.  "That's right, show off
those tits."

   Feeling the tightness of his belt on my neck I reach to the table for
some relief but he yanks back slamming his cock into me yet again.  I can
feel the lack of air turning me colors..  the room starts to go black.. 
it's closing in.  Tears drip down my cheeks as I grab franticly to loosen
the belt, not being able to make a sound.

   Air!  I gasp for precious breath as he turns me around and forces me
onto my knees again.  My mouth gaping, I cough and wheeze for air.  He
seizes the opportunity and cums all over me.  He fills my mouth, choking
out the air forcing me to swallow.  He covers my heaving breasts and
finally rubs his cock on my face.  He stands back as I collapse on the
floor heaving and coughing for air, the tight corset not allowing a full
breath to enter my lungs.  He chuckles slightly as he yanks off his belt
from my neck and zips up his pants.

   "Someday you'll learn how to get it right."

   I compose myself: pushing my panties back into place, brushing off my
knees, straightening my clothes and pushing my hair back into place.

   "I trust everything is in order?"

   "Yes, Husband."

   "Are you sure this time?"

   "I believe so, Husband."

   "'You believe so?!'" He looks around scrutinizing the room slapping his
belt against his hands.  Finally his gaze falls to the table.  He spots a
tear that has fallen onto it and smiles.  Grabbing my head he forces my
face inches from the tiny puddle.  "See that!?"

   "Y-yes, Husband."

   "That is NOT acceptable!  Lick it up!"

   I put my hands on either side and lick the table.

   "Mmmmm..  Good idea...  put your elbows down too and push your ass up."

   I obey.  My ass raised to him, I steady myself for the pain to come.

   He takes a few steps back, holding the metal end of his belt, he lashes
my ass.  Swing after swing I cry out in pain.

   "Thank me."
Swish: "Thank you Husband."
Swish: "AHHH Thank you Husband."
Swish: "AAAAAARRGG THANK YOU HUSBAND!"
"Better." He halts, putting his belt back on.  For a moment his gaze
stops on my cleaning tools.  Laughing beneath his breath he pulls out the
feather duster and tickles my stinging bottom.  The pain from such a soft
touch is indescribable.  I squirm but hold my hands and elbows firm to the
table.  The whipping and tickling continues for I can't say how long. 
Amusement his driving force.  I find solace in the knowledge that I can
provide so much for him.  When he finally bores of it I reach back slowly
and feel the rising welts.  Painful to the touch I can feel the heat

lifting away.

   "Stand up.  Take off your corset.  And your skirt." I obey, sucking in
the air as my confines are released.  "Now let me take a look at you. 
Spin." I turn a slow circle.

   "Take off your panties." I obey.  He smiles slightly.

   "Arms up." I clasp my hands high above my head reaching to the ceiling..
pulling my body tight for him.

   "Now bounce." I start to hop up and down as he watches my breasts bounce
rhythmicly.  The heavy clamps straining my nipples with every bounce.

   "Spread your legs." I spread my legs and keep bouncing.  He shoves the
hard end of the feather duster into my pussy.  With each bounce I impale
myself on it.  Laughing, he pulls it out and tugs down on the chain
connecting the nipple clamps stopping me.

   "That's enough fun for you." Grabbing the chain he leads me into the
bathroom.

   "Kneel." I obey.

   He slaps me again.  "NO!  In the tub!  And take your pantyhose and shoes
off!" I stand, remove my heels and thigh highs..  rolling them down, making
sure not to get a run.  I take off the garter belt and get into the tub
kneeling.

   A smile drifts across his face.  "No I think I like you better on your
hands and knees." Facing the faucet, I get down on my hands and knees and
stare down the drain.  He reaches out and caress my welts.  "Mmmmm.. 
Spread your cheeks." I spread my legs, reach back and expose myself fully
to him.  I can hear him undo his zipper then I feel hot burning liquid
spilling over me.  He starts at my head and works his way back covering
me.. claiming me.  It flows down my back, into my hair and down my face
into the drain.  He pisses over my welts...  into my asshole..  flushing my
pussy with his urine.

   He turns on the shower..  I jump as the frigid water spills onto me. 
Zipping up his pants, he walks from the room letting the water run over me
for what seems like years.  I'm chilled and shivering, my teeth nearly
chattering under the icy water when he returns and turns it off.

   "Stand up and turn around.  Put your hands against the wall and spread
your legs.  I don't want to hear a peep." Using a scrub brush, he cleans my
shivering body.  The stiff bristles scrape over my frozen back as I try not
to wince.  He senses that I'm holding back so he pushes harder with the
brush.  Up and down my arms, crisscrossing my back..  the agony is so much
when he scrubs my welts.  I strain under the pain and he only pushes
harder, back and forth, scrubbing my ass raw.  Then between my legs..  over
my precious pink pucker, grinding into my sensitive pussy.  The pain is too
much..

   "Please!!  Please stop.  It hurts too much." I beg.

   A sharp slap on my ass from him.

   A scream of pain from me.

   "Turn around!"

   Tears sliding down my face, I turn to him.  He grabs my neck and slams
me back against the wall.  "Stay there!  Hands and elbows must touch the
wall at all times!  And let me see those tits!" I push my chest out and my
elbows and hands against the wall behind me, waiting for the pain once
more.

   He tugs on the nipple clamps, ripping them loose, I scream in pain.

   "NOT A SOUND!!" he bellows as he slaps me across the face silencing me.
He once again turns on the shower and tests the water, waiting for it to
come to the right temperature.  It feels like thousands of icicles slicing
through me when he aims the shower head to my breasts.  He plays with it..
spraying my face, my tender nipples, my abdomen.  Once I'm rinsed he turns
off the water and scrubs my sore nipples.  Back and forth..  I grimace
against the pain but I make no sound.  He moves down my stomach then
between my legs again, paying close attention to my clit.  Scrubbing me
like I'm a stubborn stain on the floor I hold back my cries but I can't
hold back the tears.  They stream down my face as I bite my lip and my body
shakes from the pain.  He finishes cleaning me and steps back examining my
raw body.

   "Bathe me." He orders.  I nod, sniffling, and step dutifully out of the
tub.  Unbuttoning his shirt I remove it, fold it and place it gently on the
floor, each movement searing my skin.  I unfasten his belt, coiling it
neatly beside his shirt.  As I reach for his zipper he pushes me down onto
my knees before him.  I know what he expects.  I pull out his cock and take
it into my mouth.  I try not to think of the pungent, salty, smoky taste of
stale urine mixed with his musky sweat and the taste of my own ass as I
continue to undress him.  When all of his clothes are folded on the floor
he steps into the tub.  I wet a loofa and work up a good lather with his
body wash.  Gently massaging the lather into his skin I cover his body in
rich foam.  Because the shower is too harsh I turn on the sink faucet,
warming the water to his preferred temperature.  I fill a bowl and gently
pour the water over him as his cock never leaves my mouth.

   When I've finished bathing him I stand and towel him dry.  Then I kneel
before him massaging his cock with my throat while he decides what to do
with the evening.

   "We're going out," he declares.  He leads me to the bedroom closet and
wait patiently while he picks out what we will wear.  He selects a short
tan skirt made of itchy wool, a tan corset, a white silk shirt and
crocheted wedges for me; blue jeans, a button-up black cotton shirt and
sandals for him.  I put on my shirt.  The silk feels cool to the the touch
but I am aware of every point where it touches my body.  Then I put on the
skirt.  As the rough wool scratches over my welts I stiffen in pain.  I put
my shoes on then the corset.  I loosen the stays just slightly, wrap it
around my torso and zip it up on the side.  Then I bend slightly and hold
onto the handles in the back of the closet, put there for just this
purpose. He tugs on the stays, tightening my corset gently at first then
harder and tighter.  The only thing keeping me in place is me holding onto
the handles.  He yanks as hard as he can, constricting my ribs forcing my
waist even smaller.  I can barely breathe as my breasts heave for air.  He
ties it off in a bow.  I stand upright, lightheaded from the movement,
swaying slightly on my heels for lack of air.

   "Can you walk?"

   I take a step stiffly, the corset restricting my movements.  "Yes,
Husband."

   "Good.  Now dress me."

   I pick up his jeans then kneel so he can step into them and I open my
mouth welcoming him.  As he steps into his jeans and I pull them up his
body he grabs my head forcing his cock down my throat.

   Surprised, I gasp for air but only breathe his cock deeper.  He laughs
as I cough around his cock, my eyes watering.  I remember my duties and
continue to pull up his pants.  I struggle with the button staring
cross-eyed working so close to my face.  He pushes me off him to the floor.
I gasp and cough trying to breathe under the restraints of my corset.  He
chuckles lightly while he easily buttons and zips up his pants.  Slowly
regaining my composure I stand up dizzily and pick up his shirt.  He slaps
me and pulls the shirt away.

   "You just can't seem to get anything right today, can you?"

   He finishes dressing himself as I hold back my tears.  He walks over to
the dresser, reaches into the toy drawer and pulls out a butt-plug larger
than I've ever seen with what looks like three balls stacked on top of each
other, a metal clit clamp with alligator teeth connected to a leash and a
heavily studded glass dildo.

   Pointing to a wooden chair he orders me "Sit and spread your legs."

   As I sit wincing on my freshly welted ass and spread my legs he walks
over with the clit clamp.  Pushing my legs farther apart over the arm rests
he flicks my clit.  As it peaks out he puts the clit clamp tightly on it.
Then he tugs on the leash to test that it's secure.  It moves slightly so
he tightens it some more.  I can feel the teeth pinch my delicate bud but I
don't move or make a sound.  He tugs on it again, this time it doesn't
move.

   "Good.  Stand up." He turns the chair around and bends me over it. 
Pulling the leash down under the seat then back up around my neck he ties
it tightly, straining my clit and slightly choking me.  Any movement..  any
struggle pulls harder on my clit and restricts the flow of oxygen.  He
lifts my skirt rubbing it against my sore welts.  Then taking the butt-plug
he twists and pushes it into my dry ass.  It pulls and catches on the raw
skin, I cry out in pain struggling, choking myself as my clit feels like
it's being ripped from my body, he smiles.  "All of it's gotta go in."

   He pushes harder, I hold my position but scream in agony, he chuckles.
"You haven't even gotten past the first one."

   I feel my anus strech to the point of ripping, my head pounding from
lack of oxygen, then sweet relief.  "That's one.  Two more to go." He bends
over me and whispers in my ear, "And that was the small one."

   He tugs lightly on the leash, I whimper.  He twists and turns the
butt-plug, my strained anus catching on the un-lubricated latex.  He forces
it deeper, streching me further.  I scream as he forces the second ball
slowly in.

   "Two...  only one more to go." I can hear his smile.

   Now he uses an in and out, fucking motion to loosen me.  Each time going
further, pulling the skin, forcing my tight pucker open.  I can hear him
sniggering as I start crying through my screams.  He pushes harder,
twisting faster.  I scream like I've never screamed as I feel a sharp rip
and moist warmth lubricates the butt-plug past the final ball.

   "Just a little blood..  you'll be fine." He slaps my ass, once on each
cheek and a final blow square on the plug.  "Now let's go have a nice
time."

   He unties the leash, slips the glass dildo into his pocket and leads me
out to the jeep.  "You remember how to sit, don't you?" I nod, still wiping
the tears from my face.  He opens the passenger door.  I lift my skirt and
sit gingerly with my bare welted ass against the leather pushing the plug
deeper still.  I wince but try to smile through the pain.

   "That's a good girl." He places the leash on my lap, closes the door and
gets in on the drivers side.  As he starts the car and pulls out of the
drive he holds the leash, tugging every so often to get me to jump
slightly. It amuses him how with every movement I struggle against the
pain. He never allows a moment to pass where I could forget who I am.

   When we reach a restaurant he lifts my skirt and tucks away the leash
under the waistband, and with a flick of my sensitive clit he orders me to
go inside.  As we walk from the car his hand is on the back of my neck
grasping tightly, guiding me.  We get a booth...  I slide in, then him
along side me.  I lift my skirt to sit "properly," again wincing from the
pain.  He lifts the front of my skirt and tugs out the leash under the
table, I grimace slightly and he smiles as he puts my skirt back in place.
The waiter comes.

   The waiter lays two menus on the table on in front of each of us.  My
husband orders a glass of ice water with a slice of lemon for me and a
glass of port for him.  As the waiter leaves my husband picks up my menu
and puts it to the side then picks up his own.  After choosing his dinner
he puts his menu on top of mine and waits for the waiter to return.  He
tugs repeatedly on the leash, like a clock ticking away the time.  The
waiter returns with our drinks and my husband orders: "Just appetizers
tonight."

   The waiter leaves to put in our order.  Tick, tock, tug, tug.  His hand
reaches into his pocket and pulls out the dildo placing it in my icy water.


   After a slight frost appears on the dildo he whispers in my ear "Fuck
yourself." Quickly I take the dildo under the table out of everyone's view
and leaning back I gently push it my pussy.  I can feel each icy bump as it
enters my tender pussy, my nipples stiffening at the cold.

   He yanks sharply on the leash.  "Harder."

   I push it in deeper feeling the studs rub against the plug in my ass. 
Even though the frigid phallus is a torture unto itself, my breathing
increases and my breasts begins to heave.

   He yanks sharply again.  "Faster."

   Back and forth, in and out, my hand begins to quickly move the dildo in
and out of my moistening pussy.

   He pulls hard and keeps my clit strained as he whispers in my ear "Cum."

   I can barely contain my excitement as my body quivers, my breathing
ragged and short.  I moan lightly under my breath as I cum.  Sweet release.

   His food arrives.  As he eats he hands me his spoon.  "Spoon it into
your mouth...  your cunt is your dinner."

   I obey..  pulling out the dildo then fucking myself with the spoon and
licking the spoon clean only to repeat the process until he's finished
eating.

   He pays the bill, puts the dildo back into his pocket, tucks away the
leash and "guides" me back to the jeep.

   Once we're on the road again and he reaches a red light he reaches over
and unfastens my seat-belt.  He unzips his pants, pulls out his cock, then
grabs the back of my neck forcing my head down onto his hardening cock.  I
struggle to gain a breath but he holds me firm.  Once the light turns green
he pulls my head up.  I take a deep gasp of air then he forces me back down
again this time bobbing my head.  When we reach another red light he forces
his cock once more down my throat.  After countless lights he finally turns
into a parking lot and lets me lift my head..  we're at a movie theater.

   He buys us tickets and guides me to our seats.  As always I sit
"properly" on the scratchy material.  I try not to move because everything
is more pronounced and painful with the welts and butt-plug.  He unzips his
pants as the movie starts and pushes my head down.  I suck him as I hear
the action/horror flick in the background.  The loud explosions..  the
women screaming..  He pulls me out of my seat and pushes me on my knees
between his legs.  Then he guides my head up and down his cock as his eyes
stay glued to the screen.  He pulls my head back suddenly and cums all over
me..  all over my face, into my mouth and down my chin.  He grabs my hand
as I lift it to wipe the cum off my face, "Leave it."

   As I stand to sit back down in my seat he stops me for a moment.  "Don't
make a sound," he whispers as he reaches over and gets a firm hold on the
butt-plug.  Instinctively I clench my ass muscles but he yanks it quickly
from my anus.  Tears stream down my face and my knees weaken as I feel my
delicate skin rip.  I can feel the wet warmth drip down my leg.

   "Sit," he orders and shakily I obey, lifting my skirt to once more sit
"properly." I can feel the seat moisten slightly from my bleeding ass, but
quickly it subsides.  I can think of nothing but the pain I feel.

   He lifts the front of my skirt and pulls out the leash.  Just like a
pendulum swinging back and forth he tugs repeatedly on my clit.  My body
shakes as I hold back my screams.  Tick, tock, tug, tug.  The minutes seem
like years.  I can feel my anus tightening, trying to forget the trauma,
trying to heal.

   Finally the credits roll and the other movie goers file out of the
theater.  Some glance my way and whisper to each other about the dried cum
covering my face.  Others notice the leash leading under my skirt.  Once
everyone has left we stand.  I glance back to my seat as he leads me away.
Just a small spot of blood stains the cushion, barely noticeable but I know
it's there.  Still holding onto the leash he takes me out the theater's
back door to the jeep.

   As we near our parking spot he stops.  "Undress," he orders.

   I hesitate only a moment but it's enough to receive a sharp tug on the
leash.  I undress as quickly as I can in the empty parking lot.  Once I am
completely naked he opens the door for me, I pick up my clothes and get in
quickly.

   Once he pulls out of the parking lot and we reach the first red light
I'm prepared this time when he forces my head down onto his cock.  As I
suck and choke on his cock I wonder why the ride seems longer this time;
then the road turns more bumpy, then to gravel.  I can hear the thunderous
crash of waves and I realize we aren't going home just yet.  He stops the
jeep.  He zips up his pants as I lift my head to see where we are but it's
to dark to see past the headlights.  He quickly gets out, opens then closes
the back and then opens my door.  He grabs me by the hair pulling me from
the car and pushes me up against the warm hood.  Tying my hands together in
front of me he leads me to a tree illuminated by the headlights and throws
the rest of the rope over a high branch.  He pulls me so high as he ties
the rope off that I have to stand on my tip toes to release some of the
strain on my wrists.

   Then I feel a searing pain across my back as he whips me.  I scream into
the night with each strike.

   "NEVER!!!"

   Slash.

   "EVER!!!"

   Slash.

   "Hesitate.."

   Slash.

   "AGAIN!!!"

   Slash.

   Five slashes one way and five the other.  He unties the rope and I slump
to the ground weak and exhausted.  I can feel his eyes watching me.  Then I
hear him unzip his pants.  He pushes me onto my back, throws my feet over
his shoulders and shoves his cock into my ass.  Ramming me as hard as he
can, he digs my raw back into the gravel.

   All I can do is cry out an apology: "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry."

   With a painful thrust he grabs my throat and chokes me.

   "Say it," he orders.  "Say..  you'll NEVER..  hesitate..  again." I nod
my head as tears stream down my face "SAY IT!" he yells.

   Still slamming his cock into me he loosens his grip so I can reply. 
Between thrusts I stammer "I'll never..  hesitate..  again."

   "What did you say?!"

   "I'll never..  hesitate..  again..  Husband!"

   "AGAIN!!!"

   "I'LL NEVER..  HESITATE..  AGAIN..  HUSBAND!!!"

   With a final, painful thrust of his cock he pulls out and slaps me
across the face.  "Good." I curl up into a ball, weeping.  Suddenly his
hot, stinging piss covers me, igniting the growing welts on my back.  He
drenches me.

   When he's finished he calmly unties me and walks back to jeep.  I slowly
stand, the rush of pain threatening to make me faint, the piss dripping
from my body.  I walk unsteadily back to the jeep.  He's opened the back,
put the rope away and spread out some garbage bags on the floor.  "You'll
ride back here.  I don't want piss all over my seat."

   I ride in the back like a discarded toy.  I can barely feel him scrub me
clean again once we get home.  I'm devastated when he pulls out the
hide-a-way cot.  He pulls off the mattress and exposes the wire mesh and
tells me that this is my bed.  I don't get the privilege of sharing our
marriage bed until I learn how to behave.

   He gently kisses my forehead, pulls a warm blanket over me and wishes me
sweet dreams as I promise myself to be a better wife tomorrow.

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