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 The Humiliation of my Wife (M/F, sm, bd, cons, anal, humil, spank)
by: Mr Creator

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   Chapter 1

   My wife Sally and I have had a pretty interesting marriage thus far.  We
had dated/been engaged for just over a year before we finally got married.
And for the first year of the marriage, things were great.  We had sex
frequently, and to try and keep things exciting, we would often try new
things to add variety to our sex lives.  Sometimes it was just a matter of
trying new locations, or perhaps new sexual positions.  But the thing that
seemed to rev both our engines the most was when we broke out of our molds
and did some minor roleplaying.

   Before I get any further into my tale, I need to describe my wife to
you. Sally is a beautiful woman.  She's 25 years old, 5'6" tall and weighs
a slim 115lbs.  She has striking brown hair that reaches to her shoulder
blades and the most gorgeous blue eyes.  Her frame is a curvaceous
36C-25-34 and her breasts are topped off by these nipples, that when hard,
stick out and proclaim themselves to the world.  My wife, for reasons which
remain unknown to me, does not feel she is overly attractive, and will
usually tend to wear looser, baggier clothing when she is out in public.

   The moment in which our lives took a turn that neither of us could have
anticipated, was early last summer.  We had only been married a year and
were still enjoying each other's company, both in and out of the bed.  The
evening was particularly warm and a bit muggy as well.  It was one of those
evenings where the humidity was high enough that you would think to
yourself that it was probably going to rain later that evening.

   Our home is in a nice suburb on a large piece of land which allows us
the luxury of having a row of trees on either side of the house,
effectively giving a buffer between our neighbours.  Because of this
privacy, we will often lounge around the house naked or have sex wherever
we please and usually don't worry about closing windows or pulling blinds.
On this particular evening, we were lounging in bed naked, not in a
particular hurry to do anything because of the heat and humidity.  We were
having a light hearted conversation interspersed with some light petting
here and there.

   At some point, my wife made a particularly cheeky comment and I
playfully swatted her on her naked ass.  What I wasn't expecting was her
response.  Her face immediately flushed red and she let out a breathy
"ooohhhh", and then she hung her head down and wouldn't look at me.  With a
rush of excitement, I decided to see how far she would let me go with this.

   Sitting at the edge of the bed I sternly replied, "Young lady, for that
terrible comment, you've earned yourself a spanking.  Now get over my knee
THIS INSTANT, or your punishment will be doubled."

   Sally nearly leapt up off the bed and was laying across my lap before I
even had a chance to blink.  I had dreamt and fantasized of this moment for
a long time, and had really never thought it would ever become a reality.
Seeing my beautiful naked wife sprawled across my lap, offering me that
gorgeous ass for a spanking, was more than my cock could take.  I had an
instant hard-on which I'm sure was poking painfully into my wife's belly.

   Not knowing how far my wife would let me go with this, I applied the
first few swats lightly on each cheek.  When she didn't seem to protest,
and in fact, appeared to be thrusting her ass up into the air to meet each
smack, I gradually began exerting more and more force with each spank. 
After about 20 swats on each cheek, they began to take on a rosy glow.  The
sight of my wife's rapidly reddening ass only egged me on further, and I
began spanking her with increasing force.

   The harder I hit my wife's ass, the more she seemed to respond and
thrust her ass back up into the air to meet the next spank.  Soon I was
practically wailing away on my wife's ass.  It was now a deep red and I
knew it had to be getting pretty painful, as my wife would now cry out an
"OW" or "AAHHH" with each hit, but, nevertheless, would continue to thrust
her ass right back up for the next strike.

   The louder my wife would cry out, the harder I seemed to hit, yet she
never once asked me to stop.  In fact I noticed that as I continued my
torture upon her now deep red ass, her legs began to part and I got my
first glimpse off her beautiful pussy and asshole.  Seeing this treasure
seemed to push me to greater heights and, though my arm was beginning to
tire, I renewed my efforts on her ass.  As I was pummeling that gorgeous
behind, my wife was now moaning out a constant "oowwww, ahhhhhh" and her
legs continued to get further and further apart.

   The feeling of dominating my wife was such a rush to me, greater than
anything I had ever imagined, that I began to feel myself losing control of
the moment.  Without even thinking about it, I landed a hard smack directly
on her now very exposed pussy.  With a screech my wife's head shot back and
let out an awful howl of pain, but she didn't ask me to stop and in fact
spread her legs even further apart, offering me a greater target.  Taking
this as my cue to continue, I began to alternate strikes between her ass
and her pussy.

   With each smack to her pussy she would howl like a banshee, but she
never once closed her legs.  It was at this point that I noticed that my
left leg was starting to get wet with pussy juice.  The harder I hit my
wife's pussy, the more wet she became, until my left leg was absolutely
soaked and my hand was coming away drenched from each spank on the pussy.
It suddenly dawned upon me that I wasn't the only one who appeared to be
enjoying this spanking.  My fucking wife was getting turned on having her
ass and pussy spanked!!  I couldn't believe it.  This was beyond my wildest
dream.  This new revelation only spurred me on further.  If I thought I had
lost control before, I was definitely out of control now.

   I was now beating my wife's ass and pussy with all my might and began
hollering at her, "You deserve to have your ass spanked, don't you?  You've
been a very bad girl.  Acting like a slut.  You need this don't you?"

   Between shrieks of pain, my wife would holler out a yes after each
question and would begin screaming, "Yes, beat this slut's ass.  I deserve
to have my pussy spanked." She also began to grind her pussy against my leg
between swats.  After several more smacks on an ass which was now almost
purple in color, her screams of pain began to turn into guttural grunts,
like the sounds she makes when she's nearing orgasm.  I realized that, not
only was my wife enjoying the spanking, but she was actually getting off on
the pain from it.

   After several more vicious smacks to her pussy, my wife's body suddenly
went rigid, her head shot back with her mouth wide open in the shape of an
'O', and she began to shriek, "AAAAAAAHHHHH, I'M CUMMING", over and over.
Her eyes then rolled up and into the back of her head and her body began to
shake violently to the point that she shook herself right off my lap and
onto the floor.

   After about a minute of convulsions, Sally slowly began to come around
and take notice of her surroundings again.  I could see her face was
flushed with the exertion of the orgasm and she still kept her eyes
downcast.  Truthfully, I had never seen my wife cum that hard ever, and to
be quite honest with you, the whole scene was a real turn on for me too.

   Still in the moment and in no particular hurry to have it end, and
having a hard-on which was rapidly becoming painful from my heightened
arousal and prolonged hardness, I decided to see if I could take this game
to the next level.  Without really giving it any thought I stood up in
front of her and in a very stern voice scolded her, "Now look at what you
have done, you slut.  You've soaked my leg in your cunt juice and given me
a very painful hard-on.  You had better be prepared to fix that problem, or
you'll find yourself right back over my knee for another spanking.  Is that
understood, Slut?"

   A very quiet, "Yes sir."

   "Now get on your knees, cunt.  We're finally going to put that mouth to
good use." Without any hesitation, my wife scrambled up onto her knees and
sat there looking expectantly up at me.  Now you need to understand
something at this point.  Up until now, my wife had never had a man's cock
in her mouth, and had in fact once confided to me that she found the
thought of it kind of disgusting.

   I reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair and rudely informed her
that, "From now on Slut, whenever I grab your hair, you will open your
mouth and leave it that way until I tell you otherwise." She immediately
complied.  I left her like that for several seconds, just basking in the
moment.  Here was my beautiful wife who, only an hour ago would never have
considered putting a cock in her mouth, was now kneeling at my feet, mouth
held wide open with my red swollen cock bobbing inches away from her face.

   Finally, I could wait no longer.  I took a step forward and placed my
cock for the first time into Sally's mouth.  She immediately closed her
lips and began trying to suck me off.  However, not wanting to lose control
of the moment, and still enjoying the control I had over my now submissive
wife, I began to thrust my cock in and out of her mouth.  Taking a firm
grip on her hair, I held her head steady and began to fuck her mouth as if
it was a pussy.  After several more strokes, each becoming more insistent
than the last, I finally felt my cock bump the back of her mouth.

   Immediately, Sally began to gag, and the sound of her gagging on my
cock, only served to turn me on further.  Completely in control now, and
loving the sensation of dominating my wife, I began to fuck her mouth in
earnest.  Each thrust now pushed my cock against the back of my wife's
mouth causing her to gag repeatedly.  Eventually, I began to thrust even
harder until I finally felt my cock pop into my wife's throat.  When that
happened, I immediately stopped and held my cock there, enjoying the
sensations and the panicked look on my wife's face.  Her eyes were wide
open with fear as she now couldn't breath with my cock firmly lodged in the
back of her throat.  After holding it there for several more seconds, I
eventually pulled out enough to allow her to breathe, but only for a short
while before I thrust back in again and was once again down her throat.  I
began to alternate my strokes in and out of her mouth.  Sometimes I would
fuck my wife's throat with hard rapid thrusts, and at other times I would
push my cock all the way down her throat and hold it there for several
seconds.

   Through my lust induced haze I began to notice my wife's breathing
becoming more rapid, and that was when I noticed that she had her hands
buried between her legs and was rubbing furiously against her swollen
pussy. The harder and deeper I fucked her throat, the faster her hands
would move against her pussy.  Eventually, they were almost a blur, they
were moving that quickly.

   I again began to verbally berate my wife as I fucked her mouth.  "That's
right you whore.  Take that cock down your throat.  You know you deserve to
be treated this way.  This is how sluts like you need to be treated, isn't
it?" With my cock firmly lodged in her throat, Sally could only nod her
head yes.  Taking this as my cue to continue, I continued my verbal
assault. "I should have done this a long time ago.  A slut like you needs
to have her ass and cunt regularly beaten.  And you had better get used to
having your mouth used like this, because I'm going to be using it whenever
I please."

   The combination of having her throat raped so brutally and of being
verbally abused was too much for my wife and she once again began to cum.
Sally had never had more than one orgasm in a night, and here she was
having a second one so soon after the first.  Her eyes once again rolled
into the back of her head and she began to moan throatily around my cock,
which was still lodged deeply in her throat.  It was all too much for me
and I felt my own orgasm begin to build.  As it was for my wife, my own
orgasm was also one of the strongest I had ever experienced up to that
point in my life.

   With one final thrust, I buried my cock deeply into her throat until my
balls were resting against Sally's chin.  I let loose the first few spurts
of cum deeply into her throat, forcing her to swallow it before I quickly
pulled out and began to shoot the remainder of my cum all over my wife's
face and in her hair.  I had never given her, or any woman for that matter,
a facial before, and I have to say the feeling of it was quite
overwhelming. I came more in that moment than I had ever come before.  By
the end of it, I was so weak in my legs I had to finally let go of her hair
and sit back on the edge of the bed to prevent me from falling to the
floor.

   As I was catching my breath, I looked over at my wife to gauge her
reaction to everything that had happened tonight, and that was when I had
another shock for the evening.  My wife was in her own little world,
happily wiping the cum off her face and hungrily sucking it into her mouth.
When she had eaten all the cum she could from her own face, she crawled
over to between my legs and tentatively began to lick my now softening
cock, cleaning it of any residual cum.

   With a final lick of her lips, Sally sat back on her heels and waited
quietly at my feet.  My mind was filled with thoughts and emotions about
what had happened here this evening.  It was certainly the most erotic and
sexually charged night of my life, and I'm pretty sure it was too for my
wife, judging by her reactions.  I had had fantasies about dominating women
over the years, but had never really expected it to ever become a reality.
Yet here I sat this evening, with my wife patiently kneeling between my
legs, after having had her ass and pussy brutally beaten, her throat
viciously raped, and then given a final, humiliating facial.

   The overpoweringly erotic feelings I got when I dominated and humiliated
my wife was unlike any experience I had ever had before, and I didn't want
it to end.  I decided to see if this was also something my wife wanted to
continue doing.  Believing that maybe my wife would be more truthful with
me if I remained in my dominant role, I began to question her in my best
domineering and scornful voice.

   "You enjoyed having your ass and cunt spanked, didn't you Slut?"

   A slight pause, before Sally meekly answered "Yes sir." Her face began
to redden with embarrassment and her head hung low as she intently stared
at the floor at my feet.

   "And you also liked it when I used your mouth and throat to bring me
off?"

   Again a very quiet, "Yes sir."

   "And you wanted me to use your face as my cum receptacle, didn't you?"

   "Yes, sir."

   I already knew the answer to my next question, but I knew that she
needed to hear herself say it aloud before she could truly be free to act
on it.  I asked a very risky question which very easily could have
back-fired on me.  "Now I want you to be absolutely truthful with me Slut,
or what you experienced here tonight will never happen again.  Do you
understand?"

   A slow nod of her head.

   "I want you to tell me that darkest secret you've been keeping to
yourself all this time about what it is that really turns you on." I
practically held my breath as I anxiously awaited her answer.

   After what seemed an eternity, Sally's shoulders visibly slumped as if
she'd been released from some great weight she had been carrying for a long
time, and answered in a voice so quiet, I had to strain to hear the answer.
"I get turned on by being used and humiliated."

   I practically had to restrain myself from jumping up and doing a victory
dance or something equally as stupid.  But those words were magic to my
ears.  Not wanting to lose the momentum for fear of my wife getting cold
feet, I immediately pressed on.  "Do you want these experiences to
continue, Slut?"

   A small nod of the head followed by a quiet, "Yes, sir."

   "Good.  Then you will be required to follow my instructions to the
letter from now on.  Things will happen when I want them to happen - not
you.  Is that understood?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "You will be required to do whatever I ask, whenever I ask and wherever
I ask, no matter how horrible or humiliating it might be.  You will do all
of these without question or hesitation, or you will be punished.  Is that
clear Cunt?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "To make sure you understood, I want you to repeat what I've just said."
Again I wanted her to hear herself saying these things out loud so that it
would serve to re-affirm for her, her new role in life.

   Mustering what courage she had, Sally timidly began, "I must obey you at
all times no matter how humiliating it might be.  If I question you or
hesitate to comply, then you will discipline me."

   "Very good, Slut." Not knowing what else to say at this point, and
feeling quite exhausted from the ordeal, I simply ordered Sally, "Get up
Slut and go get yourself cleaned up.  Come back to bed when you're done."

   Sally quickly scampered up and ran off towards the bathroom.  What a
site it was to see my newly submissive wife running off with an ass that
was still a dark red and showing signs of slight bruising in several
places. I'm sure she'd find it sore to sit down for the next day or two, I
chuckled to myself.

   Chapter 2

   In the days that followed that fateful night, I slowly began
implementing some new rules and changing some things about my wife to suit
my purposes.  The first order of business was the way in which my wife
attempted to dress herself.  I immediately went through her belongings and
threw anything out that was even remotely baggy or unrevealing.  This
didn't leave much for her to wear, so we went shopping for some new
clothing.

   Much to her chagrin, I began choosing clothing that was a size too
small, or a tad too short, or a bit too see-through for her liking.  She
had a great body and I wanted to show it off, and I also knew it would
embarrass Sally as well.  For tops I would only choose things like
transparent blouses, tank tops or halter tops that were all a size too
small, to accentuate her beautiful breasts and show off her large nipples
when they got erect.  For the bottoms, I would not buy anything other than
skirts, and all were too tight and too short.  Sally had great legs and a
perfect ass and these all showed them off to great effect.  Of course,
Sally didn't think so and found it very humiliating knowing that certain
movements caused her private areas to become exposed.

   We also made a trip to the lingerie store as I had thrown out my wife's
entire collection.  They were all too plain and again, unrevealing.  Small
lace items, g-strings and garter belts and stocking were the order of the
day with matching lace bras.  For footwear, we only purchased shoes with
heels on them that were no less than 3 inches in height.  What one might
call "fuck-me shoes".

   The first few times we went out in public with my wife dressed this way
was a real thrill for me, and for Sally as well.  As we would walk through
the mall, I'd observe the looks the men, and sometimes women, gave my wife.
She was utterly humiliated being made to parade through the busy mall
dressed this way.  Wearing a small see-through blouse with a dark lacy bra
on underneath, and a black skirt which was skin-tight and barely went below
the bottoms of her ass cheeks.  This was topped off with 4 inch heels,
which caused my wife's hips to sway almost obscenely.

   I know she saw the looks of pure lust on the men, and the looks of
hatred and contempt from the women.  Her face was a constant red and her
nipples were rock hard, which, of course, made the whole picture even more
obscene.

   After these episodes, I could hardly wait to get my wife home and fuck
the shit out of her.  She was always very wet and horny as well.  The sex
after these times was always intense and ended up with both of us having
very satisfying orgasms.

   I also began instituting some new rules at home.  One of the first was,
while we were in a role playing situation, that she was not to speak unless
she was spoken to first.  If she had to ask a question, she was to get my
attention and wait for me to give her permission to speak.  Several days
after that rule was introduced, I returned home from work and informed
Sally that, "From now on Slut, you will no longer be allowed to wear
clothing in the house unless I give you permission.  Upon entering the
home, you will immediately remove all of your clothing and remain that way
until you are required to go out again.  Is that clear?"

   A quick nod of the head.

   "Well, what are you waiting for?  Or do you need to have your ass and
pussy beaten again?" I demanded.

   Quickly realizing what I meant, she immediately began removing all of
her clothing until she stood naked in front of me.  The sight of that
beautiful naked body was starting to have an effect on me.  I figured now
was as good a time as any to introduce another rule to Sally.

   "Also, whenever I enter the home I will expect you to present yourself
in an appropriate manner.  You will wait for me in the living room and will
be on your knees facing the door.  You will be sitting upright on your
heels with your hands clasped behind your back and your knees spread as
wide apart as they will go.  You will not move from this position unless I
tell you too.  Understood?"

   A nod of her head.

   "Assume the position, Slut," I ordered.

   She quickly dropped to her knees in front of me and clasped her hands
behind her back as she sat back on her heels.

   "Spread those legs further than that, Cunt.  I want everything to be on
display.  Wider than that.  Do I need to beat that pussy again to get you
to obey?" I quickly barked as she tried to comply with my demands.

   Still not feeling that she was as wide apart as she could go, and
believing that a lesson was probably in order, I ordered her to stay put
and not to move.  I went into the kitchen and began rummaging through
several of the drawers until I found what I was looking for.  I took out a
long handled wooden spoon which I thought would be perfect for what I had
in mind.

   Returning to my wife, I informed her that she was going to be punished
for not complying with my demand right away and for not doing it correctly.
She immediately began to plead with me that she was sorry and that she
would never do it again and that I should give her a second chance.  I cut
off her pleas sharply by saying, "Enough, Slut.  Your punishment is going
to be worse now for speaking without permission.  Or have you forgotten
that rule too, Cunt?" I sneered.

   She quickly shook her head no, but remained silent.  I could see the
pained look on her face as she realized that she had screwed up and was now
going to get a worse punishment than she would have if she had only
remained silent.  Her shoulders visibly slumped as she resolved herself to
take whatever punishment I dished out and do it in a manner which wouldn't
disappoint me any further.

   I then stood beside Sally and ordered her to start playing with her tits
and nipples.  Her face flushed a deep red as she began to fondle her breast
and roll her nipples in her fingertips.  Soon those bullets were rock hard
and sticking out at least 3/4 of an inch.

   "Pinch your nipples.  Hard." She began to squeeze the nipples between
her thumbs and index fingers bringing a grimace of pain to her face. 
"Harder than that, Slut." She increased the pressure and I could see the
tips beginning to turn a dark color.  After several more seconds, I allowed
her to release her now sore nipples.  I then ordered, "Place your hands
under your tits and hold them up for me like you wanted them inspected."
She quickly complied.

   Without any warning, I brought the wooden spoon down hard upon her
distended right nipple.  A howl of pain erupted from my wife as she doubled
over in agony.  I immediately grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked hard
on it bringing her head back up.  "You will remain in place, or the
punishment is going to get worse.  This is your last warning.  Do not
disappoint me again," I chided.

   I could see the crestfallen look on her face as she realized that she
had disappointed me again.  With shaking hands she bravely assumed the
position and again held her breasts out to me.  This time I brought the
spoon down hard upon her left nipple.  Again the same howl of pain, but
this time, to her credit, Sally managed to stay in position.  I began
randomly applying strokes to both breasts evenly reddening the entire
surface including the nipples.

   After several minutes of this I stopped and inspected my handiwork.  My
wife was silently crying, but she did not move from the position I had
placed her in.  Her tits were a deep red with several spots showing early
signs of bruising.  I informed her that her punishment was not yet over. 
The beating of her tits was for speaking without permission and what was to
come next was for not complying with my original demand quickly enough.

   Looking at her exposed pussy I could see it was already soaked.  Despite
the intense pain I had just put my wife through, her pussy and legs were
soaked and there was a wet spot on the carpet under her cunt.  Again,
confirmation that my wife got off on the pain.

   I cautioned her again, "If you move again, your punishment will be
doubled.  Now get your hands behind your back and keep them there." Once
they were in place, I moved the spoon down to her exposed cunt and began
rubbing it around, getting the spoon wet with her juices.  I could see the
pleading look in her eyes and see that she wanted to beg me not to do it,
but remembering her lessons, she remained silent.  At first, I just lightly
tapped it, not wanting her to know when it would strike.

   Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, WHACK.  Immediately following that strike, my
wife's eyes nearly bugged right out of her head, as she reeled from the
pain.  "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH" her back arching as she fought to stay in
position. She began panting, almost as a dog would.

   Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, WHACK.  A second time on her exposed pussy
lips. Again her back arched and mouth opened in a pitiful wail.  Despite
the intense pain, her pussy was flowing with juices and her clit was so
hard that it was poking out like a little penis.  Her breathing began
picking up in pace as the pain pulsed from her cunt throughout her body.

   WHACK, WHACK.  Two blows back to back.  It was almost too much for my
wife.  Her mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out.  Her hips began
moving as if they had a mind of their own.  A slow rocking back and forth
which quickly began to pick up speed.

   Tap, tap, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.  Three in quick succession.  The
stimulation to her erect clit and swollen pussy lips was too much for
Sally. Her back arched once again and her body went rigid as she began to
orgasm.  Her hands were clasped so tightly behind her back that her
knuckles were bone white as she fought to stay in position while having an
intense orgasm.  As the orgasm pulsed through my wife's body, I continued
the assault on her now swollen and thoroughly drenched cunt.

   WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK.  Each new smack pushed her farther over the
edge.  Her eyes had rolled so far into the back of her head that all you
could see was white.  Her body was arched back almost to the point that she
was lying down on her feet and yet she somehow managed to maintain her
position with her legs spread wide open and her hands clasped tightly
behind her back.  Her breathing was ragged, to the point of sounding like
she was hyperventilating.  Shocks appeared to ripple throughout her body
and it was evident that she had lost control.  I began to worry that she
might actually lose consciousness or worse.

   Once I stopped beating her pussy, she slowly began to come down from the
heights she'd been on.  Her breathing began to slow, her body relax and she
began to focus again on her immediate surroundings.  She looked an absolute
mess.  Her hair was soaked from sweat, and was plastered to her head.  Her
skin was blotchy and flushed, her breasts a dark red with purple welts
forming, her cunt was swollen and red, and there was a giant wet spot on
the carpet under her.  And yet, in my eyes, my wife never looked lovelier
than she did at this moment.

   That had to be the most intense orgasm my wife had ever experienced.  I
stepped back for a few minutes to inspect my handiwork.  I liked the way
her body looked after taking the punishment and specially the way it
responded to the pain.  I knew it certainly wouldn't be the last time I did
that.

   There was just one thing that seemed to be off about her appearance. 
After several more seconds of thought I realized what it was.  She had too
much cunt hair.  It obstructed the view of my handiwork.  "From now on,
Slut, you will shave that cunt of yours and keep it bare.  Failure to do so
will of course result in punishment.  I will conduct spot inspections, so
be sure to be vigilant."

   A quick nod of her head.  I'm sure punishment was the last thing she
wanted right now.

   This whole scene certainly had an effect on me as well.  My cock was
rock hard and painfully trying to poke a hole through my pants.  I quickly
undressed, grabbed a handful of my wife's hair and began walking towards
the dining room table.  My wife had to quickly scramble to her feet to
avoid being dragged by her hair.  Once there, I pushed her head down until
she was bent over the edge of the table with her ass sticking out and her
bruised tits mashed into the table top.

   "Spread your legs wide whore.  Now reach back and pull your ass cheeks
apart." In this position her ass was beautifully on display and her newly
beaten pussy was now clearly visible.  Her swollen pussy lips and legs
glistened with the moisture from her cunt.  Without another word I placed
the tip of my cock at her cunt and buried it to the hilt on the first
thrust.

   "Unngghh," my wife grunted as my balls slapped against her badly beaten
pussy.  Knowing I wouldn't be able to hold out for long, I began
jack-hammering into her cunt as hard as I could.  For each thrust I would
pull all the way out and then bury it to the hilt, until my cock bumped
painfully against her cervix, and my balls would slap her poor abused pussy
lips and clit.  Each time I buried my cock in Sally, her body would be
pushed forward on the table causing her bruised and beaten tits to rub back
and forth on the table's surface.

   A steady rhythm built up with my wife grunting in pain with each thrust.
Soon I could feel the pressure beginning to build in my balls and just
before the first spurt, I whipped my cock out of her pussy, grabbed her
hair and pulled her head to my cock.  She remained, however, in the
position I had left her.  She was still bent over at the waist clasping the
cheeks of her ass and spreading them apart.  Remembering her training, the
moment I grabbed a handful of her hair, she opened her mouth and obediently
awaited my next move.

   The first spurt hit her on the right cheek, causing her to flinch, but
she dutifully remained in position.  Then it seemed as if the floodgates
had opened.  As stream after stream of cum erupted from my cock and began
coating her face in a thick coat of white semen.  When my cock finally
finished spasming, I reluctantly released my hold on my wife's hair and
took a step back to admire my handiwork.

   What a sight she was!!!  She was still bent over at the waist with her
hands behind her holding her ass-cheeks apart, and her face and hair was
covered in a thick coat of sperm.  After letting her stand like that for
several more moments, I calmly ordered, "On your knees, Slut, and clean
that cum off your face."

   She quickly released her hold on her ass and dropped to her knees in
front of me and began scooping the gobs of cum off her face and licking her
fingers clean.

   "What a cum-hungry slut you've become.  Look at you.  You can't get
enough of my cum.  That's it, Slut, don't miss a drop." I continued to
verbally humiliate her until she had it all cleaned up.  "Alright Slut, get
up and go get a shower.  And shave that cunt while you're in there."

   She quickly stood and scampered off towards the bathroom.  My mind
continued to fill with thoughts and ideas of things I could do with my
submissive wife.

   Chapter 3

   My wife quickly learned and adapted to the new rules of the house.  The
moment she entered the house, she immediately undressed and always made
sure her pussy was smoothly shaven.  It only took a couple of spot
inspections those first few days, in which stubble had been discovered, to
quickly hammer home the lesson.  After receiving a very painful spanking on
her ass, pussy and tits, my wife never made that mistake again.

   Every day when I returned home from work, I found my wife kneeling at
the entrance to the living room, in the position I had described.  Her
hands were clasped behind her back, and her knees were spread as wide as
they could go.  I tell you, after a hard day of work, there's no sight
better than your beautiful submissive wife kneeling naked in front of you
displaying all of her charms for your inspection.

   It was then, after we began to settle into a routine, that I decided it
was time to spice things up a little, and add some variety to the mix.  I
didn't want to let my wife become complacent so I devised a plan to add
some more humiliation to her life.

   One evening after work, I informed my wife that we were going out.  She
assumed it would be another trip to the mall where I would show off her
body by parading her up and down the main hall.  When I didn't take the
usual turnoff towards the mall, I could see my wife's face begin to cloud
with uncertainty and, I think, a little fear.

   She definitely knew something was wrong when I continued driving until
we entered a seedier part of town, and I eventually pulled the car up in
front of a XXX sex shop.  Getting out of the car I could see Sally was very
hesitant and was definitely afraid of what I might have planned for her.

   As we entered the deserted shop, I could almost hear my wife breath a
sigh of relief.  She had never been in one of these stores before, and I
know it made her very uncomfortable being here, worrying if someone we know
might see her.  At first I just casually strolled around the store looking
at all the merchandise for sale, silently planning my next move.  After
several minutes, the bored looking clerk, a young man in his early
twenties, strolled over towards us and asked, "Is there anything I can help
you with, folks?"

   I smiled a broad smile, and replied "Well actually there is.  You see,
my wife here," gesturing towards Sally, "is sometimes a very bad girl and
needs to be punished." The moment I said that, I could hear my wife behind
me gasp and knew she was turning several shades of red.  That comment woke
our drowsy clerk up.  He eyed my wife with a new appreciation.

   Licking his lips he replied, "Certainly sir, what can I get for you?"

   "Well to start with, my wife has really sensitive nipples and when they
get aroused, they stick out at least 3/4 of an inch." Sally turned a darker
shade of red, but her nipples betrayed her.  As I continued to humiliate
her, her arousal became obvious as those tell-tale nipples hardened and
threatened to poke a hole in her sheer, nearly transparent blouse.  "I'm
looking for a set of nipple clamps that can handle nipples her size.  I
want them to be adjustable, so if she's really being a naughty slut, I can
tighten them, and I also want them linked by a chain, so she can be led
around like a little doggie." Sally could only look at the floor now, she
was so embarrassed.  But her breathing had quickened and her nipples were
as hard as I've seen them.

   "Certainly sir.  Right this way we have an excellent variety of clamps
available." The man led the way to a display case on the back wall.  "Might
I suggest this pair?" he inquired, holding up a gold set that looked like
two miniature vises with a screw in each for tightening, and they were
attached together by an elegant gold chain.

   "Hmmmm" I pretended to think about it for a few seconds.  "I'm just not
sure.  Could you hold them up to my wife's tits so I can see what they look
like?" I asked.

   "Uhhh......sssssure", the clerk stuttered.  With obvious shaking hands,
the young man lifted the clamps up and held them in front of my wife's now
hard nipples.

   I took a step back and appeared to study the picture for a bit, before I
replied, "I'm still not sure if they'll look right.  Slut, undo your blouse
and pull your tits out of your bra for me." I purposefully emphasized the
word 'slut', and looked at her very pointedly.  Her head snapped up and she
looked at me with a shocked look on her face.  She was about to say
something in protest, when she saw the look I was giving her, and realized
that if she didn't comply, the punishment she'd receive would only be worse
for her.

   With a resigned look on her face, Sally hesitantly raised her hands and
began undoing the buttons on her blouse.  When it came time to removing her
tits from her bra, she again looked at me with a pleading look in her eyes,
but she was only met with a stony gaze.  Realizing that I would not accept
anything else, her shoulders slumped, and with visibly shaking hands
reached into her bra and removed both of her breasts.

   There my wife stood, in the middle of a public store, in front of a
complete stranger, with both of her beautiful tits hanging out for him to
see.  It was obvious to him, as well, how aroused my wife was, as her
nipples were very hard and were jutting well out from her tits.

   "OK, can you hold them up against my wife's tits again?  I should be
able to tell if they'll look good or not", I asked the clerk.

   He again held the clamps up, but got a little more bold this time and
actually held them against my wife's bare breasts.  After a few more
moments, I asked "Can you please put them on her?  I want to make sure
they'll fit and won't fall off."

   Not only did my wife have a shocked look on her face, but so did the
clerk.  But not wanting to miss the opportunity, he hesitantly reached for
my wife's left nipple, and gently attached the clamp.  Once secured in
place, he did the same for the right nipple and then stepped back.  I have
to say my wife looked stunning at that moment.  Displaying her tits to a
perfect stranger and then allowing that stranger to attach a set of nipple
clamps to them, made her absolutely glow.  She was still a deep shade of
red and obviously found this humiliating, but was also getting intensely
turned on by all of this, and it was showing.  She was absolutely radiant
in her beauty.

   Enjoying the moment and not yet ready to have it end, I then asked the
clerk, "Could you please tighten the clamps for me.  I want to make sure
they can go tight enough for my purposes, and I'd like to see if they have
the right effect on my wife's nipples." The man again stepped forward and
with obvious signs of nervousness but also arousal, which was evident by
the tent threatening to poke through his pants, reached for my wife's tits.

   Grabbing both clamps at the same time, he began turning the screws
equally.  After several turns, I could see it was beginning to have an
effect on Sally.  Her face was showing signs of strain and soon became a
mask of pain.  I could see it was taking all of her control to not pull
away or yell stop.  Her whole body began to flinch with each new rotation
of the screw, and she began to tremble and make some low mewling sounds. 
"Uunngghhhh, mmmmmm, aaahhhhhh." Her nipples were being horribly compressed
and were now a very dark shade of purple.  When it was obvious she was in
intense pain, I asked the man to stop.  He quickly stepped back and
surveyed his handiwork.

   What a site she was.  Her entire upper body was a dark shade of red, she
was breathing rapidly, her face in a constant grimace of pain and her
tortured nipples a dark shade of purple as they proudly stood out from my
wife's tits, held together by a delicate gold chain.

   "I want to make sure the clamps will stay on so would you mind grabbing
the chain and follow me?" I asked the clerk.  Without waiting for a
response I began walking away to another section of the store.  He quickly
grabbed the chain hanging between my wife's breasts and pulled on it as he
endeavored to follow after me.  Of course, with each yank of the chain, a
new wave of pain would course out of her nipples and throughout her body.
My wife scrambled to keep up with the young man, like an obedient puppy
dog, not wanting there to be any distance between them so there would be no
tension on the chain.  After being led around the store like a dog by the
clerk, I finally came to a stop in front of another display case.

   Releasing the chain, the young man walked over and asked, "Is there
anything else I can help you with sir?"

   "Well, my wife has never had anything in her ass before, so I'd like to
acquire some butt plugs for her to wear." Turning to my wife I ordered,
"Slut, I want you to turn around and bend over at the waist." When she had
done so, much to the delight of our young clerk, I then ordered, "reach
back and lift up your skirt and then pull down your panties." With obvious
distress my wife reached back and lifted up the tiny skirt until it was on
her back and her entire ass was displayed to this stranger.  Since she was
only wearing a tiny little g-string, both globes were proudly on display.
Again with shaking hands she grabbed the sides of her underwear and began
rolling them down her legs until they reached her ankles.  And as a final
touch, I ordered "Reach back and spread your ass-cheeks apart.  I want this
man to get a good look at your asshole so he'll be able to tell me what
sizes I need." With utter humiliation, Sally reached back and spread her
ass-cheeks apart.

   Now my wife's parts were completely on display for this total stranger.
Her asshole and cleanly shaven pussy were completely exposed and again it
was very obvious that this treatment was turning my wife on.  Her cunt
glistened with moisture and several rivulets of juice were running down her
leg as we watched.

   "So, what size do you think would be a good starter size?" I asked the
clerk.

   He reluctantly looked away from my wife's exposed charms and peered into
the display case we were standing next to.  He reached in and pulled out a
plug, which at its thickest point, was roughly 2 inches in diameter.

   "Excellent choice.  Don't you think so, Slut?" I asked my wife. 
Remaining in position, she craned her head around and tried to see what the
clerk was holding.

   She quietly replied, "Yes sir."

   "Great, we'll take it, and I'll also take this one and this one." I
pulled two more plugs out of the case, each a little bigger than the last.
The middle sized one was roughly two and 3/4 inches in diameter and the
largest one was fully 3<< inches wide.

   "OK, Slut, you can stand up now and get dressed.  But I want you to
leave your tits out of your bra, and just fasten the blouse over top.  And
don't take those clamps off." I could see the look of dismay on my wife's
face as she had been sincerely hoping she could have removed the clamps
which were causing her excruciating pain.

   I quickly grabbed several more items from around the store and then paid
for the lot of them, before returning to my wife.  "Let's head back to the
car now, Slut", I ordered.  She quickly followed after me, anxious to get
out of that store before I made her do more humiliating things.  With each
step she took, her raw, clamped exposed nipples would rub against the
fabric of her tight blouse, causing more sensations of pain.  By the time
we reached the car, she was a wreck.

   After seating ourselves, I ordered Sally to undo her blouse.  Once done,
I took a good look at the effect the clamps had on my wife' poor nipples.
Deciding that she had probably had enough, and since she had been very
obedient in the store, I reached up, loosened the screws in the clamps, and
pulled them off of her tortured tits.

   "Aaaaahhhhhhhh" my wife shrieked as the blood rushed back to her abused
nipples in a flood of pain.  When the waves of pain had passed, I informed
my wife, as we pulled away from the curb, that she was to leave her tits
out for the remainder of the drive home.

   It was dark by the time we pulled into our driveway, so there was little
fear that anyone would see my wife's naked breasts, as she ran to the door,
waiting to be let in.  Once inside, she quickly stripped off her clothes
and ran to the living room to get in the position now very familiar to her
for every time I return home.

   I walked over to her, and reaching into the bag I carried, pulled out
one of the extra things I had purchased while at the store.  It was a
studded collar designed to be worn about the neck.  It looked almost
identical to a dog's collar.  I informed Sally "you will be expected to put
this collar on the moment you return home and will keep it on, unless I
tell you otherwise.  This will be the only piece of clothing you will be
allowed to wear while in this house." I reached down and fastened the
collar in place.  What a beautiful contrast it was to her milky white skin.

   "We had a chance to try out one of our new toys tonight, I think it only
fair that we try out the other one", I informed her.  Grabbing a handful of
hair, I again pulled her to her feet and dragged her over to the dining
room table.  Pushing her face down on the table I ordered, "reach back and
spread your ass-cheeks apart, Slut.  Spread those legs apart further. 
You'd better relax or this is really going to hurt."

   Opening a jar of Vaseline, which was also purchased from the store, I
put a dollop on the tip of the smallest plug.  I took a moment to admire
the view before me.  My lovely wife holding her ass-cheeks apart for me,
exposing that virgin ass and her very wet cunt.  Already juice was
beginning to flow down her legs in anticipation of what was to come.

   "Now tell me Slut, have you ever had anything in your asshole before?"

   "No sir."

   "Are you scared?"

   "Yes sir."

   "You don't want me to ram this plug up your ass, do you?"

   "No sir."

   "Well like it or not, you'd better get used to it, because you're going
to be wearing one a lot from now on in," I informed her.

   A pitiful "yes sir."

   Placing the tip of the plug against her sphincter, I began to slowly
push and rotate it, inching it in slowly.  I could tell Sally was worried
by how tense she was, which unfortunately made it very difficult to insert
the plug.  "You'd better relax your ass slut, or I'm going to stop being
gentle, and ram this thing up there as hard as I can," I warned her.

   I could see my wife was trying to relax by taking some deep breaths to
control her breathing.  As I pushed on the plug I could feel the difference
in her sphincter, as she began to relax.  Inch by inch I worked that plug
into her ass.  The deeper I went, the wider her asshole was stretched as I
neared the thickest part of the plug.

   I continued to rotate the plug and would pull it out a bit before
pushing it back in again, a little further each time.  "Unngghhh, ooowww,
ooohhhhh." My wife was grunting now with each thrust into her ass as she
desperately tried to relax enough to allow passage for the plug.  I knew my
wife was in a lot of pain by now from the sounds she was making and also by
the fact that her knuckles were bone white from gripping her ass-cheeks so
hard.

   The sounds she was making and the sight of her asshole being spread so
wide for the first time ever were having a positive effect on me as well.
My cock was rock hard and was desperately straining to get out of my pants.

   With only another 2 inches to go, I began to push harder on the plug
forcing it in with greater force.  My wife was now crying out in pain with
each thrust, but dutifully held her position.  At this point I didn't care
anymore.  I just wanted to get the plug into her fast so I could have some
release of my own.  The pain from the final inch was excruciating for Sally
as I savagely thrust it in with all my might, finally getting the fattest
part of the plug past her sphincter.  A pitiful wail of pain exploded from
my wife as her asshole was stretched the farthest it had ever been
stretched in her entire life.  Despite the awful pain, my wife was also
getting turned on by all this.  Her cunt was soaking wet and streams of
juice were coating her entire upper legs.

   Without wasting another second, I quickly shucked my pants and
underwear, grabbed my cock, and buried it deep inside her in one thrust. 
At that, Sally's head came up off the table, with her mouth forming a
silent 'O'.  The stimulation in her ass and cunt were causing an overload
for Sally's senses.  I was being none to gentle, and savagely thrust into
her cunt with wild abandon.  Each time I thrust into her, my body would
also push the plug deeper into her ass so it felt like she was getting
fucked in both holes at the same time.

   Soon I began to feel that familiar tingling in my balls signaling that I
was close to cumming.  I could tell Sally was also close to cumming by the
sounds she was making - little grunting sounds, and she was pushing back
against me with each thrust so that I would go deeper and push harder
against the plug in her ass.  Grabbing a thick handful of her hair, I
pulled her head back causing her to arch her back painfully, and used her
hair to pull Sally's body back against me with each thrust.  Pulling on her
hair, I was now slamming into her cunt with all my might, until I could
hold out no longer.  Just before the first spurt, I quickly pulled out,
yanked her head around and buried my cock deep into her mouth, forcing it
down her throat.  She instantly began to gag, and that sensation was enough
to push me over the edge.  Holding her head firmly in place with my cock
lodged deeply in her throat, I let go a torrent of cum.  Not even giving
her a chance to breathe I began shooting spurt after spurt of cum down her
throat.  The sensation was awesome as she gagged and coughed on my sperm,
some of it leaking out of her nose and mouth.

   When I had finally finished cumming in my wife's throat, I reluctantly
removed my cock from her mouth.  She was practically in tears by now, as
she hadn't been able to breathe for a while, and as a result, was nearly in
a panic.  With deep breaths she tried to calm down and swallow the remains
of my sperm in her mouth.  Releasing my hold on her hair, I informed her
that she could stand up now and sent her off to the shower to clean up.  I
informed her, however, that she would not be allowed to remove the plug for
a while yet.  With a crestfallen look on her face, she awkwardly made her
way to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

   Chapter 4

   After that night, I began to insert the plug into my wife's ass whenever
the urge overcame me.  I might be sitting watching TV and would suddenly
call her to my side.  Ordering her to bend over in front of me, I would
take the plug and work it into her asshole.  Over time she became pretty
good at relaxing and was able to take the plug with only a little pain. 
What she found difficult was trying to get around the house with the plug
still inserted.  I began to extend the amount of time the plug was in,
forcing Sally to get used to the intruder.

   One day I decided it was time to take the plug wearing to the next
level. When she was on her way out one afternoon to get the groceries, I
stopped her at the door and called her to my side.  With a puzzled look on
her face, she walked over into the living room where I was seated, and
stood quietly beside my chair waiting for me to speak.  Without a word, I
held up the butt plug I had hidden at my side, and with a big grin on my
face, waited to see my wife's reaction.

   It was priceless.  She knew right away my intentions, and you could see
the thought of it terrified her.  There was an absolutely horrified look on
her face as she slowly shook her head no, but remembering her training,
never said a word.

   "Assume the position," I ordered.  With a crest-fallen look she walked
over in front of me, turned her back to me, spread her legs wide, bent over
at the waist and then reached back and lifted her tight skirt up and pulled
her panties down and off her legs.  I never tire of seeing my wife bent
over in front of me with her legs spread wide displaying that beautifully
shaved pussy and tight asshole.  It always causes my cock to harden almost
instantly.

   Scooping a small dollop of Vaseline out of the jar on the table beside
me, and smearing it on the tip of the plug, I brought it to her sphincter
and began pushing forcefully.  This time around I wanted it to be hard and
painful so that as she wandered around the grocery store, the pain from her
asshole would be a constant reminder of what had just happened and would
cause her to walk somewhat more gingerly, even with the plug still in her.

   Pushing more aggressively that I had ever done before, Sally was soon
wailing in pain as I savagely began working it into her asshole.  Each
brutal jab in was followed by an almost complete removal of the plug, only
to be thrust once more into her.  This continual stretching and then
relaxing of her ass was causing absolute havoc for my wife.  Her asshole
was in agony, but the pain and humiliation of having this done to her was
also turning her on again.  The familiar odor of her arousal was soon
evident as was the wetness which soon followed.

   After several more vicious thrusts, the fattest part of the plug finally
broke through her sphincter, causing a horrible howl of pain from Sally. 
With a hard slap to her ass, I told Sally to get up and put her underwear
back on.  She awkwardly stood and, after putting her underwear back on,
looked to me for further instructions, praying I wouldn't utter the words
that followed.

   "Now off with you to get the groceries.  You are not to remove the plug
under any circumstances.  The pain in your ass and the discomfort from the
plug will serve as constant reminders to you of what a dirty slut you are.
Now go!" I ordered.

   With a face beet red from the recent activities and the verbal scolding,
she awkwardly shuffled towards the door, wincing in pain with each step, as
the plug rubbed against her tender sphincter.

   These types of episodes increased over time, as I forced her to wear the
plug outside more often and for greater periods of time.  However, not
wanting my wife to become complacent, and also wishing to push the
boundaries further and further, I am always looking for new ways to
humiliate my wife.

   On my way home from work one evening, I had a brilliant flash of
inspiration.  Thinking back to the episode in the sex shop, and remembering
how turned on we were from the night, I figured it was time to humiliate my
wife again in front of a complete stranger.  Before arriving home I had it
all planned out in my mind.  Just before pulling into the driveway, I
quickly made a call to the local pizza shop and ordered up some supper for
delivery.  This way I knew I had roughly 30 minutes to enact my plan.

   Of course, as I entered through the front door, I could see my wife was
in her usual position.  She was kneeling on the floor at the entrance to
the living room, totally naked except for her collar, hands clasped behind
her back and her legs spread wide open.  Without uttering a word, I walked
right past her into the living room, took off my pants and then ordered,
"Get over here, Slut, and lay down on your back on the couch." She quickly
scrambled up off her knees and ran to the couch and then lay down on it on
her back.

   "Now rotate around so your ass is against the back of the couch with
your feet up in the air over the top.  That's it, hang your head over the
edge." She was sitting on the couch, except that her head was where her
feet should be, and her feet were where her head would normally be.  In
this position, with her head hanging down over the edge of the couch, her
mouth was in a perfect position to fuck it, just as if it was a pussy or
ass.  As well her beautiful tits and bare pussy were perfectly displayed
and readily available should I wish to play with them while her mouth is
being fucked.  Also

   "Open wide whore," I sneered and immediately pressed my cock against her
lips.  I had never fucked her mouth in this position before, but I found it
very erotic, and highly stimulating.  Her face was completely hidden to me,
as I began sawing back and forth in her mouth.  I imagined what it must be
like for Sally, hanging upside down, and having no control over the one
thrusting hard into her mouth.  With each thrust of my body, my balls would
slap against her face and nose.

   In this position, Sally's throat was made very accessible, and it wasn't
long before I felt that familiar feeling of my cock sliding into her
throat. She immediately began to gag, which always served to turn me on
further and push me to higher limits.  You could see her throat swell as my
cock forced its way down.

   I reached down and grasped a nipple in each hand, and using my thumb and
forefinger, began to squeeze and twist the nipples.  I would ease off on
the pressure every time I'd pull my cock out of her throat, to listen to
her gasp for breath, and whimper from the pain.  Then when I'd thrust back
into her throat causing her to gag once again, I'd wrench and twist her
nipples horribly to hear her try to scream while choking on my cock.  The
muffled sounds that Sally was making was turning me on even more and made
me want to do it harder and faster.  After abusing her nipples for a bit, I
decided to turn my attention to her now damp cunt.  Taking my belt out of
my pants, I folded it in half, and without warning her, whipped it down
hard right on her exposed pussy lips.

   Her entire body went rigid, and Sally let out a pitiful wail muffled by
my cock stuffed in her mouth.  It's probably a good thing my cock was down
her throat, because her scream would have been deafening.  I began to
alternate my blows between her nipples and her exposed cunt and thighs. 
This way she didn't know which part of her body was going to get hit next.
I'd try to time the blows to coincide with when I jammed my cock into her
throat.  The combination of gagging and screaming around my cock was very
stimulating and soon had me ready to blow my load.

   Realizing that supper would be arriving soon, I quickened my pace until
I felt that familiar tingling in my balls.  With a few final thrusts into
her throat, I quickly pulled out and began systematically cumming all over
Sally's face.  I had built up quite the load at this point and when I had
finally finished, she had a nice thick coat of white cum covering her
entire face and even some in her hair.  It was probably the most I'd ever
cum to that point.

   Every time I cum on my wife's face, she would always scoop it off with
her fingers and lick them clean.  This time, I had other plans.

   "Don't touch the cum, Slut.  I want you to leave it on your face.  I
think it's appropriate make up for a whore like you, don't you think?" I
asked.

   Her face reddened at this humiliation, but it didn't stop her pussy from
overflowing with juices.  I knew she was close to cumming from the beating
she had just had, and the fresh facial.

   "Stay on your back, spread your legs wide open, and masturbate for me.
You have one minute to make yourself cum, or I start beating that cunt of
yours, and this time I won't stop," I threatened.

   With a look of panic on her face, she immediately complied.  Within
seconds her hands were fairly flying across her cunt, madly rubbing her
clit for all its worth.  Figuring a little extra stimulation couldn't hurt,
I began beating her tits again.  Her cries of pain quickly turned to that
familiar grunting sound she makes when she's close to cumming, and her
hands were practically a blur.  Several seconds later, her body went rigid,
and she let out a loud and long moan , "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming." All
of this while still wearing my cum all over her face.

   When she finally came down enough to catch her breath, I ordered, "Get
up, Slut, and go fetch your bathrobe.  And don't touch that cum." With a
puzzled look on her face, she quickly stood and scampered off to the
bedroom to fetch the robe.  She knew she wasn't allowed to wear clothing in
the house and was beginning to become concerned over what I might have
planned for her.

   She quickly returned and fastened the robe in place.  By this time I had
also replaced my pants.  No sooner had I got the buckle fastened on my
belt, when the doorbell rang.  Sally's eyes went wide with horror, as it
quickly dawned on her what I had planned.

   She was absolutely mortified, and before I had even said anything, she
was already beginning to shake her head no.  Fortunately for her, she
remembered her training and didn't say anything.

   "Here's a twenty, Slut.  Go pay the man for our supper," I said, handing
her a 20 dollar bill.

   With shaking hands, she reluctantly took the money and hesitantly walked
over to the door.  Her entire body was a deep shade of red, she smelled of
fresh sex from her recent orgasm and the plentiful amount of pussy juice
covering her legs and cunt, and there was a whole load of cum all over her
face and in her hair.  She looked, and smelled, like a complete slut!!!! 
And whoever was on the other side of that door would immediately know that
too.

   Hesitating, she finally reached for the handle and slowly pulled the
door open to the delivery man.  The moment he caught sight of her, his
mouth dropped open and his eyes practically bugged out of his head.  He had
to be no older than 19, and I'm sure this was a sight unlike any he had
ever seen before.  My wife standing there in a very skimpy bathrobe with a
collar around her neck, smelling like a whorehouse and with a fresh load of
cum all over her face.

   The man was obviously turned on by what he saw as he had a very evident
tent forming in his pants.  My wife immediately noticed this and, if it is
possible, turned an even darker shade of red.  Remembering the rules, my
wife knew she couldn't say anything unless spoken to, so she was simply
forced to stand there on display while this young man openly gawked at my
nearly naked wife.  Unfortunately for her, the man had been rendered
speechless by her appearance, and so simply stood there staring.

   After what seemed an impossibly long time, he finally cleared his throat
and croaked out, "that'll be........uh.......umm............twenty dollars,
ma'am." Finally getting her cue to act she quickly handed him the twenty
dollar bill, grabbed the food and closed the door, much to the chagrin of
the young man.

   I made Sally eat her pizza with my cum still on her face, before
allowing her to clean herself up.  This became a game I played with her on
occasion.  Sometimes I would make her keep my cum on her face for extended
periods of time in the house, so that she would always be wondering if I
had plans to make her answer the door again.  I replayed the delivery boy
scenario several more times, always choosing a different restaurant, just
to humiliate my wife more as each new stranger would get to take in my
wife's whorish appearance.

   Chapter 5

   Again, never being satisfied with leaving things as they are, and always
looking for ways to add to Sally's torment and humiliation, I had the idea
one day to experiment with the butt plug at the local gym Sally attends.  I
require Sally to stay in shape so insist that she attend the local gym at
least 4 times a week.  As the weeks went by her figure became even more
toned which only served to accentuate how beautiful and sexy she really
was.

   Thursday evening, just as Sally was about to head out the door, I called
her over to me.  With a worried look on her face, she quietly walked over
and stood patiently at my side.

   "Slut, after you have worked out, I have some instructions for you that
I will expect you to follow to the letter.  If you do not, I will find out,
and the punishment for that disobedience will be so severe, you will wish
you were dead," I threatened.  She glumly nodded her head.  "I want you to
choose a locker that is located in the center of the locker room.  Once you
are done with your shower, you are to proceed to your locker, dress and
then you will take this plug and shove it up your ass right there at your
locker." A shocked look passed over my wife's face.  She knew how busy the
gym can get, and trying to put the butt plug in unobtrusively would be an
almost impossible task should there be a crowd in the locker room.  To make
things even more difficult, I gave her a time line she had to follow.  "You
will work out for exactly 1 hour and then you will have 15 minutes to
shower, dress and put the plug in.  I will know if you shorten your workout
any, so don't even think about it.  I will expect you back in exactly 1
hour and 30 minutes, (knowing it takes between 5 and 7 minutes to drive to
the gym).  Is that clear, Slut?"

   A meek, "Yes sir."

   Taking the plug and a small jar of Vaseline and stuffing them in her
purse, Sally nearly flew out the door, not wanting to waste any time.  By
the time she reached the gym, her stomach was in knots as she continually
rehashed in her mind what was going to happen after her workout. 
Subconsciously, she probably realized that if she chose to cheat and put
the plug in once she was in the car I would probably never find out, but
her training at this point had become so ingrained, that she never even
considered the possibility of disobeying an order.

   As Sally made her way from one piece of equipment to another, her mind
kept coming back to what she was going to be required to do immediately
following her workout.  Suffice it to say, her workout this day wasn't a
very productive one as she was constantly being distracted by her thoughts.
She was so distracted, in fact, that she never even noticed the dirty looks
she was getting from Laura Dern, one of the secretaries who worked in the
same office as me.  The only way to describe Laura would be to say she was
an absolute knockout.  She stood tall at 5'8", had jet black hair with the
greenest eyes you've ever seen, and the curves in her body could probably
kill a man.

   Unfortunately, she knew she was hot and carried herself in a haughty and
arrogant manner.  Laura enjoys the attention she gets from men, and
certainly doesn't want to have to share it with another woman.  She likely
views Sally as a threat at the gym as the men also appreciate my wife's
beauty and will lavish attention upon her as well.

   Exactly an hour later, Sally dropped whatever she had been absently
doing, and made a beeline for the showers.  Quickly shucking the skimpy
workout clothing, she ran to the shower, and washed her hair and body as
quickly as she could.  Her hands were practically shaking by now and she
had such an awful knot in her stomach that she thought she was going to
throw up.  On weak knees, Sally hastily walked over to her locker, grabbed
her towel and dried her body as fast as she could.  Once done, she reached
into her locker, retrieved her skimpy little bra and fastened it in place.
She then took out the nearly sheer blouse which was several sizes too small
and quickly buttoned it up.  Lastly, she took out her mini skirt, which
just barely covered her ass cheeks, and pulled it up over her legs and
butt, fastening the clasp at her hip.

   Checking her watch, Sally realized with a panic that she only had 8 left
minutes to finish the job and get the butt plug into her ass.  With a
hurried glance around the room, she breathed an almost audible sigh when
she realized that there was no one else in the locker room with her.  This
was a rare stroke of luck for Sally, as the gym is usually more packed in
the evenings, and normally there are always people coming and going from
the locker rooms.

   Reaching into her purse, Sally removed the plug, opened the jar of
Vaseline, and applied a liberal amount to the tip of the plug.  Again with
a nervous look about the room, Sally got into as comfortable a position as
she could in order to facilitate putting the plug up her ass as
unobtrusively as possible.  Holding the plug in her right hand, she leaned
forward until her weight was being supported by her left hand resting on
the bench in front of her.  She then spread her legs apart as best she
could in the short skirt, reached back with her right hand and began trying
to work the plug into her asshole as quickly as she could.  She knew that
at any minute, someone could walk through the locker room door and catch
Sally in the act.  This extra stress wasn't helping Sally any, as it caused
her sphincter to tighten up more than usual, making it that much more
difficult for her to insert the plug.  Knowing she was running out of time,
and fearing that someone was going to walk through that door any minute,
she began forcing the plug into her ass as hard as she could.  Her face was
a mask of pain and fear, and she ground the plug in with vicious thrusts.
She began to inadvertently make little noises of pain as she got to the
thicker part of the plug.

   "ahh, ohh, oww." She had to bite her lip to prevent herself from crying
out loudly in pain.  Through her haze of pain, Sally began to realize the
effect her self-humiliation was having on her body.  Her bare pussy was
soaked with juices and it began to run in rivulets down her legs.  Without
even thinking about it, Sally brought her left hand to her pussy and began
to rub her clit with a focused intensity.  Within a minute of touching her
pussy, Sally was near orgasm, and with one final thrust, pushed the plug
all the way into her ass.  This last twinge of pain was all it took to push
her over the edge and bring on a short, but intense, orgasm.  With flushed
face, hair damp with sweat, and nipples hard as rocks, Sally stood up and
again quickly glanced around the room praying someone hadn't seen that most
humiliating of acts.  With another sigh of relief when no one was spotted,
Sally packed up her bag and hastily left the gym.

   Racing through the traffic, Sally just made it home with a minute to
spare.  I was a bit disappointed as I secretly had been hoping she would
have been a bit late so that I would have had a legitimate reason to punish
my wife.  Oh well, there will be many more opportunities I realized.

   Chapter 6

   Just last week, I received some amazing news at work.  Because of all
the new contracts I had recently won for our company, which equated to a
shit-load of money for the Boss, I was given a promotion which came with a
substantial pay raise.  Unfortunately, it also had its drawbacks too.  The
new job meant that I would have a lot of traveling to do, which translated
into being away from home regularly.  Sally was happy for me about the
promotion, but I could also tell she was upset about the prospect of me
being away for extended periods of time.  I had never been away from her
for longer than a weekend, and those times were far and few between.  Now
she was facing the prospect of having me away for a week or more at a time.
Sally never came right out and said it, but I could tell she was bothered.
She never was very good at hiding her emotions, and tended to wear them on
her sleeves.

   As a way to distract her from my inevitable departure, I planned a
weekend away for the two of us.  It had been a while since we had any
vacation, so would do us both some good to get away and relax, and, to be
honest, I also had some ideas that I wanted to try out.

   The place I chose for our getaway was about three and a half hours away,
which was just far enough away that the likelihood of us running into
someone we knew would be pretty low.  It was a city I had been to before on
several previous occasions, so was familiar with many of its sites and
businesses.  There was one particular motel I remembered which was perfect
for what I had planned so, conveniently, this was where we ended up booking
our accommodation.  It was a larger motel built in the shape of a 'U'.  The
main office was at one end of the 'U' and the rooms were all outside access
rooms opening up into the middle of the 'U', which was just a large parking
lot.  Each room was identical in appearance, having both a normal door for
an entrance and also a sliding glass patio door next to it.

   Without my wife's knowledge, I had arranged prior to our arrival to have
a room at the end of the other 'U' (not the one the office was on).  I did
not let on to my wife that I had anything planned as I wanted the episode
to be a complete surprise to her, thereby adding to the humiliation of the
situation.

   After unpacking our bags from the vehicle, I suggested to Sally we
shower, then get dressed up and head out for dinner and a late movie.  She
loved the idea as it had been months since we'd been out to a movie
together and so quickly began to get ready.  I'm sure in the back of her
mind she was wondering if I had something planned or not, but I wasn't
going to give her the satisfaction of knowing.  I pretended for all the
world as if we were just a normal married couple on their way out to dinner
and a movie.

   All through dinner my wife kept glancing at me wondering if I had
something up my sleeve.  I kept up the facade though, and acted like the
perfect gentleman throughout the entire meal.  Once we were finished
eating, I paid the bill and we departed the restaurant without incident. 
By now, Sally was beginning to relax and perhaps convince herself that
maybe this was just a dinner and a movie and that I didn't have anything
planned for her.  By the time we were halfway through the movie, all
apprehension was gone from Sally, and she was thoroughly relaxed in my arms
happily watching the flick.

   Once the movie was over, we strolled casually back to the vehicle, and
on the ride back to the motel Sally was completely at ease.  I dare say she
nearly fell asleep, she was that relaxed.  It was all I could do to not
start snickering to myself, as I thought over the events which were about
to unfold.  It was going to be the most humiliating night ever for Sally.

   Upon entering the parking lot, I drove right past our room and proceeded
to a parking spot at the far end of the building our room was in.  This
drew a puzzled expression from Sally, but she was quickly appeased as I
explained that as it was such a beautiful night, I thought it would be nice
to end it off with a short walk.

   Once the door to our room was closed, I dropped the hammer on Sally. 
"Take off your clothes, Slut" I ordered in my dominant tone of voice.  The
absolute look of shock on Sally's face made the entire evening worth it. 
She quickly stripped her clothes off until she stood naked in front of me.

   "Put your collar on, Slut," I said holding her collar in my left hand.
She took the collar and fastened it about her neck.  I always marveled at
how absolutely beautiful she looked naked in front of me with nothing but a
collar about her neck.  "Now here is what is going to happen.  You are
going to put this blouse and skirt on." The blouse was this tiny little
nearly transparent button up shirt which left very little to the
imagination.  The skirt was simply a black rectangle of material that
fastened about the waist by buttoning one end to the other.  It was so
short that it barely came to the bottom of her ass cheeks and so tight that
the buttons were nearly popping from the stress.

   "You will then take these clamps and this butt plug and walk to our
car." In my other hand I held her nipple clamps and the middle sized butt
plug (2 3/4 inch diameter) which, up until now, she had never taken
anything that size in her ass before.  "You will then climb into the back
of our car and close the door behind you." We have a station wagon, so
there would be lots of room for what I had planned next.  "Once inside,
Slut, you will strip naked.  You will then take those clamps and you will
put them on your nipples.  You will then tighten them tighter than they
have ever been before.  I will caution you that if I do not think they are
tight enough, then I will tie you spread-eagled on the bed and proceed to
beat your tits and pussy with my belt until you can't even scream any more.
Is that clear, Slut?" I asked, in my most threatening voice.

   She meekly nodded her head.

   "Then you will get on your knees facing the front with your ass raised
high and your head down on the floor and proceed to put that plug in your
ass." In this position, her ass would be visible to anyone looking out of
the rooms across the parking lot, but Sally would not be able to see
anything herself with her head down like that.  "You will remain in that
position, no matter what, until that plug is all the way in your asshole.
Once the plug is fully seated you will then stay in that position for a
further 100 seconds.  I will expect you to count that time out loud, Slut.
Only then will you be allowed to sit up and get dressed.  However, when you
do get dressed, you will only button the very bottom button of your blouse.
And for the skirt, you will fasten only the top button, and I want the
buttons aligned with the crack of your ass." Throughout my instructions,
Sally's face became redder and redder as the full import of my words hit
her, and she realized how humiliating the next few minutes were going to be
for her.

   "You will then exit the vehicle and walk back to our room and await
further instructions at that time.  Is that clear, Slut?"

   "Yes sir," she quietly murmured.

   "Then go", I ordered.

   Grabbing the clamps and plug she turned, opened the door and quietly
padded out of the room, closing the door behind her.  I quickly ran, and
from another bag, pulled out our video camera.  Up until now, we had never
filmed any of our episodes, so I knew that the introduction of the camera
here would make this episode that much more humiliating.  She would know
that it would mean we would be able to watch her humiliation over and over,
and if I chose, I could then also show it to someone else, which would also
compound the humiliation.

   Once Sally was sufficiently far enough away, I quietly crept out of our
room and sneaked down the row of parked cars, remaining hidden from Sally.
I did not want her to know I was going to be watching and filming her
humiliating herself.  From my vantage point several cars away I observed my
wife open the back hatch of our station wagon and climb inside, closing the
door behind her.  Flipping the camera on, I began filming Sally's
humiliation.  With only a slight hesitation, Sally undid the buttons on her
blouse and skirt and removed both so that she sat completely naked in the
back of our station wagon.  Thankfully, due to the late hour, there was no
traffic, nor anyone walking about.

   Then, with another furtive glance around the parking lot, Sally reached
down and picked up the clamps from the car floor.  Reaching first for her
right nipple, she attached the clamp in place.  Then she did the same for
the left one.  Once both were in place, she reached up and with a hand on
each clamp, began turning the screws.  Zooming in with the camera, I was
able to get a nice close-up of what she was doing to her nipples.  After
the first few turns, I noticed her nipples were becoming distended and
darkening in color.  Her face began to contort in pain and I could tell she
was reaching her threshold.  However, Sally continued to turn the screws
several more turns until it was quite obvious that she was visibly in
agony. Her nipples were almost black and looked obscene protruding from her
pink breasts.  Even from where I crouched, I could hear her yelps of pain.
It was obvious she had taken my threat seriously about the tightness of the
clamps and that she was really trying to please me.

   Seeing my wife doing all of this to herself simply to please me, made me
realize how lucky I really was and how much I loved my wife.  I was almost
tempted to call everything off at that moment, but I realized that Sally
needed this as much as I did, so I kept the camera rolling.

   Once Sally was satisfied with the tightness of the clamps, she took one
last look about the parking lot before getting on her hands and knees and
then placing her head down to the floor of the car.  Once she was in
position, I moved closer to the car with the camera, so that I could film
every detail of her self-humiliation.  Reaching for the plug, Sally brought
it up to her asshole and began attempting to push it in.  However, without
lubrication and due to her nervousness and the size of the plug, she was
not making any headway.  Beginning to get desperate as she realized that
someone could come along any minute and see what she was doing, Sally began
rubbing the plug along her pussy crack, working the tip into her cunt. 
Soon the plug was glistening with pussy juice and she was easily inserting
the plug fully into her cunt.

   Sally then took the slickened anal plug, and once again began trying to
insert it into her asshole.  This time, she was able to slowly make some
headway, and began to very slowly fill her ass with this rubber invader. 
Using short plunging motions, Sally was able to work a little bit more of
the plug into her ass with each thrust.  As she got into a rhythm with her
hands, she began, almost imperceptibly at first, to gently rock her ass
back and forth against the thrusts of the plug.  The more aggressive she
became with her thrusts, the harder she pushed back with her ass.

   It was all so surreal watching this through the lens of the video
camera. I practically had to pinch myself to remind me that I wasn't just
watching a video of someone else's life or experiences, but was in fact
living the proverbial dream myself.  Until recently, all these episodes
were simply figments of my imagination, and I had truly believed that was
where they would stay.  I never imagined, even in my wildest, darkest
dreams, that I would actually be living these fantasies out, with my wife
of all people.

   Shaking myself out of my reverie, I could see that the going was
starting to get tougher as the plug now stretched her sphincter to the
width of the smaller plug.  She had never had anything larger than the
smallest plug, and she knew that the last 3/4 of an inch was going to be
the most painful.  With rugged determination, Sally renewed her thrusting
motion on her asshole and very slowly, and painfully, began working the
last of the plug into her ass.  Even through the closed windows, I could
her ragged breathing and the occasional muted yelp of pain as the plug
continued to stretch her asshole further than it had ever been stretched
before.

   Finally, with a particularly hard thrust, and a loud mewl of pain, Sally
pushed the plug past its thickest part.  I watched in fascination as her
asshole quickly closed around the base of the plug, thereby guaranteeing
that the plug was not going anywhere anytime soon.  Remembering my
instructions, Sally remained in position, and began counting aloud.  That
was my cue to quickly head back to the room and prepare for the final phase
of her humiliation.

   Once Sally had reached 100 she quickly sat up, reached for her blouse,
and hastily put her arms through it.  With dismay, Sally realized that with
only the bottom button fastened, it would not take much for her breasts to
fall out of her top, as well as the fact that the chain attached to her
nipples was clearly visible swaying between her tortured tits.  Her skirt,
she realized would not offer any better protection than her top.  With only
the top button fastened on it, both globes of her ass would become visible
with each step she took.

   With a quick glance around the parking lot, Sally awkwardly climbed out
of the back of the station wagon and closed the door as quietly as
possible. Now Sally was faced with a difficult decision.  If she made her
way back to the room as quickly as she could, she would reduce the amount
of time exposed, but the long strides would cause her breasts to come out
of her top and would completely expose her ass and the secret hidden
within. On the other hand, she could take her time heading back to the room
by taking short mincing steps, which might keep her breasts in her top and
would keep her ass covered as much as possible.  In the end, modesty won
out, and Sally opted to take her time heading back to the room so as to
limit the amount of skin she was exposed, should anyone happen to come
across her on the walk back.

   The look of relief on Sally's face was almost comical when she finally
reached the door to the room without exposing herself and being seen by
anyone.  The expression on her face quickly changed to one of dismay when
she reached for the doorknob and found it locked.

   With a stern voice, I spoke through the door.  "Slut, the key is on the
ground at your feet.  You are to remain facing the door and will slowly
bend over, keeping your legs straight at all times.  Once the key is in
hand, you are to remain bent over like that for a full 10 seconds, and only
then will you be allowed to stand up and enter the room."

   Sally quickly complied with my demands.  With her feet shoulder width
apart, she began to slowly bend over.  Before she was even a quarter of the
way down, her tortured tits fell out of her top and were swaying freely in
the wind with the chain still attached between them.  Once she was fully
bent over, not only were her breasts completely exposed but so were her
other most private parts.  The skirt had fully parted in the back, exposing
her shaven pussy and her newly filled asshole.  The full import of this
position was not lost on Sally and she realized that every intimate detail
of her body was clearly exposed to anyone who happened to look this way.

   Her face was a dark shade of red by the time she reached 10 and quickly
stood up with the key in hand.  With a shaking hand, Sally inserted it in
the knob and quickly entered the room.  Before the door was even fully
closed, I barked out, "Strip Slut!  I want to see your handiwork." I didn't
want to let on, just yet, that I had been watching her performance.

   With only 2 buttons to undo, Sally was quickly naked in front of me
again, except for the collar around her neck.  I made a great show of
inspecting her nipples and ass, and as I did, I could see the nervous look
on my wife's face.  She was hoping that I would be pleased with the
tightness of her clamps, as I'm sure they probably could not go any tighter
than they were right now.  The pain throbbing from her tortured nipples had
to be excruciating by now.

   "Very nicely done, Slut.  Frankly I'm surprised." I commented.  The look
of happiness on her face from learning that I was pleased with her, almost
melted my resolve to do what I had planned next, but with a deep breath, I
pushed on.  "You have done very well so far, Slut, and now there is one
last thing for you to do."

   While Sally had been counting to 100 in the back of the car, and then
slowly making her way back to the room, I had taken that time to prepare
the room for her.  Turning off all the lights, except the corner floor lamp
by the sliding glass patio doors, I had placed the video camera on the
night stand beside the bed.  The table was far enough back from the light
that Sally would never see it.  I had then removed several more items I had
specially packed for this trip and finished preparing the room.  I only
switched the camera back on when I had heard Sally at the door.

   "Turn around, Slut, and walk over to the patio doors.  I want you to
open the curtains fully.  I have a little surprise for you," I said with a
smile on my face.  With halting steps, Sally walked over to the curtains
covering the patio doors and slowly pulled them apart, aware that with the
light shining on her, she would be visible to anyone who chose to look this
way.  As she parted them she caught sight of what I had attached to one of
the panes of glass.  Using a powerful suction cup, I had attached the
largest, black dildo my wife had ever seen.  It had to be at least 9 inches
long, and thick enough that my wife wouldn't be able to wrap her hand
completely around it.

   The look of shock on my wife's face was priceless.  All colour in her
face had drained, she was wide-eyed and her mouth hung open in the shape on
an 'O' as she stared at the beast attached to the window.  I had attached
it low to the ground, and without it being said, my wife quickly figured
out what the next step was going to be.

   While she was staring at the monstrous cock I began to notice an odour
in the room.  I quickly realized that it was the smell of Sally's sex. 
Without any additional physical stimulation, she was getting wet from just
the visual cues.

   "Turn around, Slut, and face me," I ordered.  Walking up to her I placed
my hand on her pussy and immediately felt the wetness there.  "Is my little
Slut getting turned on thinking about ramming that giant cock up her cunt?"
I asked.

   A faint nod of her head, as I continued to lightly finger her soaking
pussy.

   "And the humiliation of having to do it in front of anyone who happens
to be walking by, is also turning you on isn't it?"

   Again a nod of the head.  Colour had returned to her face by now and her
eyes began to flutter closed as she enjoyed the stimulation on her pussy.

   "Well, here is how it's going to happen, Slut.  You are going to get on
your hands and knees and back yourself onto that cock.  I want to see that
cock fully buried in that cunt of yours as quickly as possible.  If so much
as an inch is showing, I will beat your tits and nipples mercilessly.  Do
you understand?"

   A very quick nod of the head.  Her face had a scared look on it now as
she began to worry about how she was going to get something that big
completely inside of her, as she had never taken anything even close to
that size before.

   "While you are fucking that cock, you will rub your cunt with one hand
and attempt to make yourself come.  You will, however, not cum until you
have asked for permission.  Is that clear?"

   "Yes sir."

   "Get down on your knees now, Slut." She quickly complied.  Reaching
behind me, I grabbed the blindfold I had brought and held it in front of
her face.  "You will wear this the entire time because I do not want you to
know how many people will be watching your little show for me." I purposely
worded it that way, because I wanted her to wonder if I had planned an
audience for her.  Not knowing would just increase the humiliation for her
ten fold.

   After fastening the blindfold in place, Sally began crawling backwards
on her hands and knees until she felt the cock touch her ass.  At the same
time, I removed my clothes, grabbed the video camera from the night stand,
and began filming her humiliation close up.

   Sally reached between her legs and grabbed hold of the tip of the dildo
and guided it towards her cunt.  She was so turned on by now that the
juices were already soaking the insides of her legs.  Once the tip was
inside, she began to back up further onto the cock.  With my threat still
fresh in her mind of beating her tits if she didn't have the cock buried as
soon as possible inside her, she began impaling herself on the cock as
quickly as she could manage.  Lubrication wasn't an issue, but it was still
very hard going as she had never been stretched that far before.

   As she moved back and forth on the cock, taking a little more in each
time, she began to finger her pussy.  Her hand movements were slow at
first, but it didn't take long before they were fairly flying across her
clit.  By the time she had 8 inches buried in her, she was grunting with
the exertion, and a sheen of sweat was visible on her brow.

   "Come on Slut, get that fucking cock in there now, or do I need to start
beating your tits?" I hollered at her.

   "No sir.  Sorry sir," she mumbled.  But her pace quickened.

   Finally, after several minutes, Sally had managed to bury the entire
length of the dildo up her cunt.  She had lost all inhibitions now, and was
hardly aware of her surroundings.  The entire scene was beginning to
overwhelm her senses.  She was now ramming the cock in and out of her cunt
with such abandon that with each thrust her ass would slap against the
glass of the window spreading her cheeks wide open and shoving the butt
plug further up her ass.

   I could only imagine what the scene would have looked like from outside.
Seeing her ass spread wide open with two large cocks filling both her holes
and the window getting wetter with each thrust from her pussy juices.

   Sally's hand was madly rubbing her clit and her still clamped nipples
were rubbing against the carpet as she moved back and forth against the
window.  She was slamming back against the window so hard, that I began to
worry she might actually break it.  The sights and smells were overwhelming
for me as well and I was stroking my cock with wild abandon with my free
hand.  Sensing that her orgasm was near, I reminded her, "Remember, whore,
you are not to cum to without my permission".

   Immediately, with laboured breathing, she began begging, "Please sir,
let this Slut cum.  This filthy whore needs to cum.  Please sir, please!"

   After making her grovel a little more I finally told her she could cum.

   With a smile on her face, she quickened her pace even more and prepared
for the most intense orgasm of her life.  Just as she, and I, were about to
cum, I yanked the blindfold off her face and allowed her for the first time
to see that I had been filming her humiliation the entire time.  A look of
shock and humiliation passed over her face as she stared up into the
camera, and then the orgasm slammed into her.  With a scream, Sally began
cumming with such an intensity that I worried she might pass out.  She had
buried the dildo completely inside her and held it there as the waves of
pleasure washed over her.

   Not able to hold out any longer myself, I ordered through gritted teeth,
"Look up at me Slut," and as soon as she did, I let loose with stream after
stream of cum all over her face and in her hair.  By the time I had
finished cumming, her face was covered in white streamers of cum, and the
beauty of it all was that it had been captured entirely on camera.

   I can't remember ever cumming that much and, when I was finally spent on
her face, I allowed her to disengage from the cock and close the drapes. 
With gentleness, I reached for her breasts, and as I removed one clamp and
then the other, accompanied by screams of pain from Sally as the blood
rushed back into her tortured nipples, I told her how much I loved her and
how proud of her I was for everything.

   We cuddled together on the bed for a while talking about the evening and
how she felt about the whole situation, including using the video camera,
and she admitted that it had been intensely pleasurable for her, and that
she enjoyed when I made her do things which humiliated her.

   After a bit more time, I plugged the video camera into the TV and we
watched her performance for the first time while making love on the bed. 
It was certainly one of the most memorable weekends we have had to date.

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   The video camera has now become a regular part of our daily lives.  Most
of our sessions are now taped and neatly catalogued in our bedroom
entertainment center.

   Sally also has adjusted well to my frequent trips out of town.  Before I
go, I make sure to leave detailed instructions with her on how she is to
dress, what chores she is to perform, and what acts I expect her to do and
when.  This type of structure helps her cope with being alone and makes the
time pass quickly and enjoyable for her.  Where once she was reluctant
about my going away on these trips, she now anticipates them as I always
come home with another amazing experience planned and ready to go.

   THE END.
By: Mr Creator