Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ADULTS ONLY!! This means if you're not over 18, you're too young to be reading this. Go play your xBox! This is my first story I have ever written. All fiction, of course. Please go easy on me! If, however, you enjoy, and want to see more, please let me know! Friendly feedback is welcomed and appreciated. A new year, A new wife I had worked hard all my life and my plans were set. I'd made my first million by 30. Graduated suma cum laude from an Ivy League, made my parents proud. I found myself at 30, wanting what all my friends seemed to have in spades: love. Don't get me wrong, I'd fooled around with men, but all were intimidated by my money, my intelligence, or my looks. None seemed to be handle what I brought to the table, and even though I was successful in business, I had a dreadful track record when it came to relationship. In fact, the only time I can ever say for sure that I was in love was that high school, first love kind of relationship that never went past petting. That was Chris, and, as luck would have it, this is a story about him. I'm tall, 5'10, long legs, red hair and green eyes, kind of thick in the ass, modest breasts. I suppose it's my air that gets men running from me like the Running of the Bulls. I have had to be ruthless in business, and I've been told that I'm a bitch on wheels when dating. I have also been told I'm a ball-buster. Nothing could actually be further from the truth. I would actually love for a man to care for ME, but until Chris, I didn't think that was possible. In high school, I was teased mercilessly for being a ginger. I guess that explains why, at 30, I find myself about to walk down the aisle as a virgin. I had no time for men while I was in college and while I was building my business. I hadn't intended to be a thirty year old virgin, but here, in my hometown, this Thanksgiving, I ran into my Chris and he lit the fire that had, for so long, been dormant in me. He wooed me, and by Christmas, I had agreed to marry him. He said he had never gotten over me, and had saved himself for the time he could finally make me his. My parents were overjoyed, and we've decided we will wait until our wedding night to consummate. We plan to ring in the New Year in style! Now, don't get me wrong, I'm smart about it, and he signed a prenup. So, even if it doesn't work out, I'm taken care of. I can see him at the end of the aisle. I am wearing white, and he is in his suit. Everyone is smiling. For a wedding that was put together in a week, it's amazing. My dad is walking me and my mom is crying. His three best men look stylish, and my sisters look amazing. The sun sets as we kiss, and I think to myself that this has to be the most perfect moment of my life. We race back down the aisle, giddy with excitement, eager to get the reception over with so we can get back to the room. Despite the fact that I want to rip his suit from him as we dance, I am enjoying the reception. His best man, Rodney, toasts us with some incredible champagne. I am lightheaded and flushed and realize I haven't eaten anything. Chris is kind and brings me some finger foods to help as we dance the night away. The candelabras are glowing and the light bounces off the water and the snowflakes that just magically appear, even though no snow was forecast. It's a magical evening. As we dance, the room starts to sway and Chris gives me some medicine for the headache that's developing. I close my eyes and lean into him, breathe in his intoxicating scent and am reminded that I am his and he is mine, and that with him, I am safe. It isn't long before the limo takes us through a torrent of rice and flower petals to our hotel. Chris carries me to the bridal suite and lays me down in the bed. My head is spinning and he tells me he will go get some Tylenol from the lobby while I relax, and that he'll join me when he gets back. It's been thirty minutes, and my headache is gone, but I'm so sleepy I can barely keep my eyes open. I think I'll just lay down a few minutes. I am awakened with a start as I realize I can't move. I must be tangled in the sheets. I can't quite come to my senses and what's that noise? I can hear people talking, laughing. But I can't move. It must be a bad dream and I think I just need to sleep. I wake to Rodney, Adam and Stephen. But, that can't be right. Why are all of Chris's best men standing around my bed? And where is Chris? Something must have happened to him! I instantly begin to panic and try to sit up. I can't, though. Something has bound my wrists to the beautiful iron bed in the room. There's some sort of bar between my legs that has me splayed open underneath my wedding gown. I try to scream, but it's like my voice won't work. I try to move, fruitlessly trying to get out of the bed when I hear Chris tell me to calm down. I look down at the end of the bed, and see him, still in his suit, stride in from the double doors leading to our Jacuzzi bathroom. I want to smile at him, but he looks angry. Or, maybe not angry... but, different. He doesn't look kind... he looks authoritative, like one of the many men I have pulverized in the board room. He speaks clearly. "My dear, sweet Ann. You and I are now as one, but you must understand that I am a man. I have waited for you for years, and I will not be denied. But you are like one of my horses: you must be broken. You are wild, and you think that you can control me. I will be the Master of our house, and you will be wise to learn this lesson quickly. Rodney, Adam and Stephen have all taught their wives this lesson, and you will find kindred spirits in them later. But, first, you must learn to submit. And while we honeymoon, we will teach you." I look at him like he is crazy. "We have given you a shot into your vocal chords so that you do not make too much noise. You will learn that silence is a virtue. You will learn that you will speak when spoken to. And, above all, you will learn that what I say, goes. I am not a competitor. I am not a business you seek to conquer. I am your husband, and will always love you. But, before the honeymoon is over, you will learn to obey me as your Master." Ummm... hell, no. Who the fuck does he think he is? I feel my face start to burn, bubbling over with anger. I try to speak, but am rendered mute. I refuse, REFUSE to cry. I have been swindled by a con artist, and I refuse to spend a single moment more in this bed with this psychotic man barking orders at me. Except, I can't leave. I can't even scream for help. Instead, I huff. He must know that I am pissed beyond recognition. He pulls the recliner over in front of the television and Rodney goes around the room, lighting candles, and turning out lights. I feel like I have stepped into some scene from Amadeus or Eyes Wide Shut. I feel like at any moment, these men will break out their hoodies for some séance. That makes me want to laugh. Why am I laughing? A single tear streaks down my face and I realize I'm losing it, the control that I pride myself on. I do NOT cry from weakness. And I refuse to let this MAN think I am weak. Chris speaks again, softly this time. "My dear, sweet Anne. You will be my wife, and you will serve me. You will now be my cum slave. I love the fact that you will always only have my cum inside you. You will taste anyone's that I deem worthy of you, though. You will submit and you will learn. You will learn pleasure and you will learn that there is pleasure in pain. You will learn that by being mine, you will achieve great freedom and happiness, far more than you ever imagined in your job." With that he nods to Stephen, an anesthesiologist friend of his who steps forward with a large needle. He pulls my dress up, and I feel the prick of a needle down THERE. I jump as I feel two, three, four more pricks. Each one burns, makes me feel on fire. I can feel myself start to swell. I know just from masturbating that the only time my clit gets that swollen is when I'm extremely turned on, but I have never experienced that burn. Stephen speaks, "I have given you an injection that should heighten your sensitivity. You will think this is cruel, but it is a tool to help you learn your lessons." He pulls out a different syringe and pulls my arm flat, despite me trying to pull it back. "This is a synthetic drug that I have developed. You will learn that your husband will supply you with this, and although you will be hooked, you will not have negative side effects. This will allow you to be sexually stimulated at all times." With that, he unbinds my legs, and takes the bar off. I'm thankful as this allows me to close my legs, preserving my dignity somewhat. I notice that as I squeeze my legs shut, my clit throbs, making me blush. Chris chimes in, "You will learn to love this as it will bind you closer to me. But I will be the final say in how, and with whom, you find your release. And, Ann, you will find release, but you must always work for it. When you have learned these lessons well, you will please me, is that understood?" I roll my eyes and look away. Suddenly, without warning, a searing pain catches my breasts. I try to scream, but only air escapes my throat. I snap my head back and glare at Chris, who wields a black leather whip in his hands. "You should know that I am well practiced in how to use my whip, my sweet Ann. I have broken many horses with it, and you shall be no different." I will not cry, I will not cry. But I feel my face burn, and my breasts ache against the tight bodice of my dress. I turn my head in defiance, determined to not let him see me as my chin crumples. Owww!!! Mother FUCKER that hurt! I feel him before I see him. Rodney is yanking my bindings at my ankles and wrists, and before I know it, I'm on the carpet, face first. Rodney has wrangled me like a calf, and in my drugged state, I can do nothing as he lifts my dress and I feel the sting against my bare ass as Chris whips it three times in succession. SNAP! CRACK! POP! Each time, a little harder than the last. "You will learn to respect me as your Master and your husband, my sweet Ann. Whenever I talk, you will show me respect by looking at me, and acknowledging my directives. Is this clear?" I'm so stunned that I look at him in silence. He lifts his hand to strike me again with the whip and my voice fails me yet again. As his hand falls, letting the whip crack on my ass POW!, I shake my head violently yes, as the tears start to fall. My ass burns, and I can feel the burn through my lacy underwear that I wore specially for him. This makes me angry again, as I wonder what I have gotten myself into. But, all this focus on my ass has taken away from my pussy, which is on fire. I want to rub my clit until I cum, just so the fire will stop. It throbs with every heartbeat. I can feel myself gyrating in time with my heartbeat, letting my thighs rub my clit in this position. I am embarrassed, but I can't stop, either. Rodney pulls me up by my elbows, and gently lays me back on the bed. I shiver as Chris stands, whip in hand, and shrink away from him. He rolls it in a loop, and approaches the bed. He takes his handkerchief and wipes the tears that I cannot stop, and tells me in a soft voice, "I do not enjoy causing you pain. I would much rather cause you pleasure. But, you will show me respect. If you show me respect, you will be shown pleasure like you've never imagined. If you disrespect me, I will break you until you submit to my will. Is that clear?" I nod my head yes, but my eyes spit daggers. He pulls me over to the edge of the bed and turns me so that he can unlace the corset of my wedding dress. His hands are soft, and although I want to curl up and cry, I refuse to let him see me soft, weak. He loosens the corset and I breathe my first deep breath of the day. He unzips the skirt, and even though I struggle, he removes it deftly. Rodney, Adam and Stephen step back from the bed and Chris holds his hand out to Rodney, who brings the bar back. "I have a feeling that you will fight this, my sweet Ann, and although I'd like this to be different, I have waited for fifteen years to have you under me. I will not wait longer." He snaps his fingers and Rodney holds my knees out while Chris straps a loop around it, then attaches it to the bar. Chris nods at Rodney, and the process is repeated on my other knee. "This is called a spreader bar, my sweet Ann, and although I enjoy binding you, I can see that you do not just from the way you are glaring at me. Please know that looking at me that way is disrespectful. I use a spreader bar because I can position you how I want you positioned, and in the ways I want to take you. This is not up for debate, and never will be. I intend to show you pleasure, but your pleasure will only be at my hands or in the way I see fit. Is that clear?" I nod my head yes, slowly and with contempt. I know my husband is about to force himself on me and I know that I will do everything within my power to stop him. Chris slowly undresses and I see him naked for the first time since high school. Working on the ranch has certainly made him bulk up. His biceps are huge and he has a washboard stomach. I watch him as he pulls his pants down, and I am amazed by what I see. He is at least a foot long and he is as thick around as a coke bottle. I instantly start to panic and he grabs my face in his hands. "You will learn to handle my size, my sweet Ann, and you will learn that you will have great release from it. Is that clear?" I nod, but feel a sob catch in my throat. I can feel my legs shaking against the spreader bar, trying desperately to close them. He is too big to be my first, and I am scared. But I also can't stop looking. "Clear the room, gentleman. I must make my wife know that submitting to me will be pleasurable, or she will never come around." Rodney, Adam and Stephen leave quickly, and I hear the television start up in the other room. Chris is walking around the bed, almost like he's studying me. Stalking me. I feel like prey. He walks to the side of the bed, running his hand up my legs, the insides of my thighs. His touch is light, but powerful. Again, I want to close them, but the bar prohibits me from doing this. I turn my head in embarrassment as he pulls my underwear to the side and he slaps my face, hard. "You will pay attention, my sweet Ann." I can't believe he just slapped me! No one has ever slapped me. He pulls my underwear to the side again and swipes his finger down there. Then he licks it. "Oh, my sweet Ann, you really are sweet." This makes me flush, and my mind and body go to war. My mind says not to give in to this creep, this man I have just said my vows to. My pussy, though, pulses and my clit throbs. I see his dick jump and it does things to me, low in my body. He goes back to the end of the bed, and crawls on, putting his face immediately above my pelvis. He starts to suck, and bite, and grip, my thighs where they meet. He breathes in deeply. "You smell sweet, too, my sweet Ann." He takes my lips and spreads them and licks, then works his mouth up to my clit, which is now beating like a great bass line, and sucks. He takes his finger and rubs it gently against the clit, then trails down and pushes in, until he is rubbing my hymen. Fireworks go off behind my eyes and I close them tight against the assault of my senses. He pulls his finger out quickly and slaps my clit hard and I look at him. "Pay attention, my sweet Ann. Your eyes will not leave mine. Is that clear?" I nod my head yes, with no hesitation. He notices. "THAT is the way I expect you to answer your Master. Is that clear?" I nod my head yes, quickly. "You want your Master to suck that again, I'm sure, but you will not dictate how I will take you." With that, He kneels between my legs and I glance down to see him poised at the entrance, his huge dick throbbing. "Do you want this, my sweet Ann?" I look at him, petrified. He slaps my face. "You will answer my question without hesitation, my sweet Ann. This is the one decision I want you to make. But I want you to decide now. Do you want this?" I cannot decide. My clit is throbbing, my ass is on fire from the whip, and I know that it will hurt, and I'm mad, but oh my God, my clit is throbbing from that shot. He slaps my face again, harder. "You will count on your fingers to fifty when I say the word begin. Is that clear?" I nod my head, yes. He has me confused. He repositions himself between my legs and I hear him say the word. He latches on and begins to suck. I'm in heaven. And shock. And I don't start counting. He spanks my clit, hard, and tells me to count. I do. Pointer finger. One. Peace sign. Two. By ten, I am grinding against him. By twenty, I need him to stop. By thirty, I am gritting my teeth. By forty, my head is back. BY fifty, I am bucking. He repositions himself eye to eye. "Do you want this, my sweet Ann?" I nod my head yes, even though my brain is still at war with my body. "This is going to hurt, my love, but in order for me to fit, I am going to have to bring you pain. Is that clear?" I nod my head yes, apprehensively. He grabs my shoulders from underneath, and presses the head against the entrance. Already there is this huge pressure and I breathe in sharply as the head presses in. I dig my feet into the bed, trying to get leverage, but the spreader bar and his knees hold me in place. He pulls himself into me and tries to bury himself in me. "oh, my sweet Ann. Your pussy is exquisite." He pulls out all the way and I arch instinctively into his chest. As I do, he pulls the bar back and presses into me, this time from more of a downward angle. The breath catches in my throat as he pumps up and down, two or three times. "Ann, we only have an inch in, so please forgive me. This is going to hurt, but you are wet enough to take me. You will feel me stretching you, but you are ready. Is that clear?" I nod, weakly, with fear, and He falls, heavily, into me, his hips leading the way. I feel myself trying to scream. It feels like he is ripping through me, tearing me to shreds, and he won't quit pushing. I feel, and hear, him pop through, and he sighs. "Are you ok, my sweet Ann? I cry, silently, and nod my head, slowly, yes. If I could, I would push him off. That burning swelling sensation from the shots is nothing compared to the pain of feeling him inside me. He is too big and I am too unexperienced. "Good my tough girl. We have nine more inches, and I intend for you to have them all before the night is through." He pulls the bar up to my chin, and my knees go on top of my shoulders, angling my pussy directly up to him. He takes his fingers and I feel him, gently, insert one, then two. He does the most amazing things with his fingers and I hate him for it. I feel myself pulsating around them, and I want to close my eyes so he doesn't see that I'm responding to it. From the sounds that come from my pussy, though, he already knows. He inserts a third finger and I wince. Slowly, he twists it then comes out, then back in. It feels like every time he twists, my lips down there grip him. Going in AND coming out. I grind my teeth against the assault, but it's too much for my brain to process, and before I know it, I'm spasming with an orgasm, trying to lift my ass off the bed to meet him. He smiles, and as my pussy clamps down, he puts a fourth finger in. Ohmygod, I am going to pass out from the pain as he wiggles them in. He's at the second knuckle of his middle finger and I just pray that he doesn't push further. Around and around, back and forth, in and out, short little strokes bring me to the brink over and over, but aside from that first release, he does not allow me to cum. I can feel sweat dripping off my head, pooling in between my breasts, and I look at him, pleading to him with my eyes to just let it be over. I look to his dick, and the tip is oozing fluid, dripping constantly. I'd of course heard of precum, but I didn't realize that a dick produced so much. He follows my gaze and removes his hand. "I am still much bigger than what you just experienced, my sweet Ann. Would you like to feel your Master deep inside you?" I nod my head with absolutely no hesitation, even though I still hate him for it. I feel crazed for giving my approval, but I am out of my mind with lust. He positions himself again at my entrance, pushing back on the bar so my pussy is up in the air. He leans forward and kisses me, all the while using deep, plunging strokes to get his dick further into me. I feel my body on fire, reactive to his touch. For a long time, he uses these slow strokes, until finally, he stops. "That's my good girl. I didn't know if you could do it, but you have made your Master proud." He pushes, and I feel him lodge his balls up against my pussy. My pussy clenches him. Open and closed, rapidly. He leans in and kisses me deeply, then starts pounding himself into me at lightning speed, hard, deep and fast. My brain is going to explode! Oh my god, please. I feel myself start to buck against him, and lean up to kiss his neck, to suck hard, but he pushes me into the mattress. " You will not control me, is that clear?" I nod my head yes and moan as he grabs my hair and pulls my hair back and latches on to my neck, pulling me in deeper to him. I explode into a million pieces, time after time after time, over and over, until he says it. "Here is my gift, my sweet Ann. My cum. Your husband's cum. Your Master's cum. This is yours and yours only. You will only have my cum, though you may have other dicks if it pleases me." I feel him go deep, deeper than I could have possibly imagined he could be and lock himself in. I feel one, two, three, four, five jets, of his cum fill me. And, still, I buck against him, lost in the sensation. I feel like I am falling. Being blown away. The most amazing high I have ever felt, and as mad as I am, I am too exhausted to protest or move. I sigh, completely spent from these feelings and as he releases me from the spreader bar, he gently rolls me onto my side, his dick still inside me, locking the cum in deep. I feel myself falling asleep, exhausted. "My good, sweet Ann. Tomorrow you will have much more pain, much more pleasure, but for now, sleep deeply and feel your Master's cum fill you. Tomorrow you learn to please me with your mouth and your ass. Is that clear?" I nod my head, instinctively, and in my fading consciousness, I see that he smiles.