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He had met Cheryl Davis during their junior year in college at Berkley and had been almost inseparable since their first date. At the end of that year they got married and had been very happy, at least until about four months ago. They had not yet started a family, but at age 26, they were starting to talk about it. Starting just a few months ago, David seemed to be much less attentive to her. He said he had been assigned a special project that was a real killer. He was a software developer for a local firm in the Bay area. He left the house at 6 each morning, and was never home before 9 pm. Sometimes it was midnight by the time he showed up. He would shower, fall into bed and totally ignore her. Two months ago he had even started going to work on weekends. Cheryl was getting suspicious that work was not the only thing keeping David away. She would call his office and he was always "in a meeting," even after normal working hours. She talked to her best friend, Jane, about her worries. "Jane, I am beginning to be afraid he is seeing someone. He is never home, and when I all, he is never in his office either. He always has some excuse, he's either meeting with the project team, or meeting with the client, or meeting with his V.P., or meeting with the project team and on and on." "Do you have any proof of anything?" "No, never any strange hair, never lipstick on his shirt, nothing like that. But he has always paid so much attention to me and now, nothing." Why don't you call him and meet him downtown for dinner? There are three or four nice restaurants within a block or two of his office. If he makes excuses that he can't meet you for even an hour, then you might have a problem." It sounded like a good idea to Cheryl. She called David the next evening at 5:30. "Since you are so tied up at work, how about I drive down and meet you at Lindie's for dinner?" "Sorry hon, I'm just too buried right now. I'll be home by 10," said David. Early the next week Cheryl tried again and got the same response. Now she was really getting suspicious. Finally on Friday evening so went ahead and got dressed, a simple black mini dress with black, formal sandals with 3 inch stiletto heels, and a simple necklace of white faux white pearls. She looked stunning, her legs and figure were made for a short, tight dress. She then called his office, determined to not take no for an answer. She got his answering machine. "Hi, this is David. I'm away from my desk. Please leave your name and number," spoke David's voice through the machine. "Hi, it's Cheryl. I really want to meet for dinner." She hung up and called his cell. She normally didn't try his cell number, but she was getting really upset. He answered on the second ring, "Hello, this is David." "Hi, honey I thought I would try to get you to go out for dinner. Are you still at work?" "Yes, I'm still in the office, but I should be through early tonight. I'll be home in about 30 to 45 minutes." He didn't tell her that the project wound up today, and all the late hours were now over. He also didn't tell her that, based on preliminary feedback from the client, he was looking at a bonus of between $150,000 and $200,000 on top of a major promotion and a raise to high six figures. Cheryl was devastated. David had lied to her. She knew he was not in his office. As soon as she hung up the phone, she stormed out the door to the car and drove away. She drove for about 15 minutes, getting madder each minute, until she decided, "Fuck him, if he wants to fool around and lie to me, two can play that game." She drove to a local hot spot that some of her single friends had told her about. It was called the Lion's Den, and was always supposed to be well stocked with hot, young studs looking for action. When she parked the car, she took off her wedding ring and placed it in the glove compartment. She almost had second thoughts. This was the first time her ring had been off her finger since her wedding. Fuck it she thought, her anger again surfacing. He probably only wore his ring when he was home. David Got back to his desk a couple of minutes after Cheryl's call and saw his message light blinking. He dialed voice mail and heard, "You have one new message. Message one, from area code 925-555-5634 was received today at 5:46 pm." Next he heard Cheryl's voice leaving her message. He chuckled and dialed back home. After the fifth ring, the answering machine picked up. "Hi, honey, he said, "you must be checking up on me. I just got back to my office from the men's room. I will be leaving here in about 10 to 15 minutes. Love you." David walked in his front door just a few minutes after 7:00. "Hi Cheryl, I'm home." Of course he got no answer. She must have run to the market he thought. If she had been planning to eat out, then she was likely getting carry out. It had taken him an extra 30 minutes to get home, because he stopped and picked up a bottle chilled champagne and a dozen roses. He was going to make this weekend the most romantic of their lives so far. The pressure of having the job finished made him almost giddy. An hour later, after David had put the roses in water, showered and had a martini, Cheryl was still not home. He tried her cell. The phone must be turned off because the call immediately went to voice mail. "Hi honey, I am home. Where are you? See you soon." After the drink, David must have dozed off in the recliner. After the last four months of high pressure non-stop work dozing off was easy to do. He looked at this watch – 12:45 am. David looked up stairs and Cheryl was still not home. He tried her cell again but it was still turned off. Now he was getting worried. He called Jane. "Hi Jane, this is David. I'm sorry to bother you so late, but Cheryl isn't home. Did she say anything to you about this evening?" "No, I haven't talked to her since Wednesday." "OK, her cell is off, so if you hear from her tell her I'm home." By 3:00 am Saturday morning David was pacing like a caged panther, and trying to decide whether or not to call the police. He had just decided to make the call when he heard a car in the drive way. The door bell rang. When David answered, it was Cheryl, being supported by two young guys, one white and one black. "Who are you," asked the white guy? "I'm her husband. Who the fuck are you two?" The black man said, "Shit man, she never told us she was married. She was way to drunk to drive, so we brought her home. Jay drove her car and parked it in the driveway." They beat a hurried retreat. David didn't look at that tough to them, but you never knew if a jealous husband might be packing. Cheryl looked like hell. He dress was wrinkled, and her hair and lipstick looked like she had just crawled out of bed. The way her boobs swayed, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra. She was definitely too drunk to drive. She swayed a little just trying to walk to the couch. When she flopped down on the sofa, her legs splayed open and David could clearly see she had no panties under the short dress. There was a very suspicious shiny wetness to her exposed pussy lips. "What the hell is going on Cheryl, where have you been?" "Oh, so now you want to pay attention to me after doing what ever it is you've been doing to the last four months." Her words were a little slurred, but completely understandable. "What are you taking about? You I have been working on a huge, short deadline project." "You lying prick, I called you office wand you weren't there." She was not too drunk to rant at him at the top of her lungs, only too drunk to drive. "When I called your cell you said you were in your office, not a whole minute after I tried your office number." David began to see red. Being called a liar after the stress of the just completed project did not sit well. "Before this conversation goes any further, I think you had better check your messages on our home phone." "What? Messages? What do you mean. Why should I?" "Just do to," David replied. Cheryl weaved to the kitchen extension. She was tipsy enough that it took her two tries to hit the right buttons to call up the messages. "You have one new message and one saved message. Message one, from phone number 510-444-2121, was received Friday at 5:48 pm." Next Cheryl heard David's baritone voice joking about her checking on him, telling her he was had jus walked back to his office from the men's room, and was almost ready to leave for home. It was definitely from David's office number, and it had been recorded barely a minute after she had stormed out of the house. "Oh my God, no! Oh David, I'm – I mean I thought you, I mean I thought-." Cheryl collapsed onto the floor still holding the handset. For the first time she noticed the vase full of roses on the table. She began to sob almost hysterically. David lifted her up and almost carries her back to the couch. "Now I think its time for you to explain what the hell is going on." Between sobs, Cheryl managed to ramble about how she was certain David was cheating on her. She could not believe he had really been working at least 16 hours, and sometimes 18 or 19 hour per day, and when she had thought he lied to her tonight about being in the office, she went crazy. She was so certain he was cheating she decided to get even. She told him about the club, and about the two had taken turns dancing, fondling, and finally fucking her until just before they left to drop her off this morning. David was furious. After almost killing himself on the job to support her, this is how he got paid back. The old saying was right, nice guys really do finish last. He went up stairs, grabbed his tooth brush, went to the spare room and locked the door. He could worry about packing and moving out after a good night's sleep. Cheryl meanwhile never made it upstairs. She collapsed on the couch and fell into an alcohol induce sleep. Even though it was past 4:00 am when David hit the bed he was awake again at 7. The stress and lack of sleep during the project had conditioned him to operate on less rest than normal. He went to their bedroom and was relieved to see she was not there. He was in no mood to talk right now. He packed a few days' worth of clothes, put his razor and other items in the bag, put two clean suits in a garment back, and then headed down stairs. Cheryl was still asleep on the couch. He left quietly so as not to wake her. He drove to the office and sent out a few emails letting everyone know he would not be available by phone until Monday, played solitaire on the computer, and just generally wasted time until noon. Then he drove a few blocks to the nearest motel to check in. Once in the room, he remembered to turn off his cell. His next stop was a liquor store where he bought a large bottle of gin, some vermouth and a jar of olives. Once he was back in the room, his plan was to drink until the pain he felt was gone, or at least numb enough to bear. Sunday evening he woke up, having slept long enough to miss the hangover. He went out and ate, then went back to crash a little longer until time for work tomorrow. It was pretty much a lost weekend just like that old movie. Monday when he got to the office his message light was blinking. He checked and he his mail box was completely full, all messages from Cheryl. He punched in the command to delete all. When he turned his cell back on, the same thing happened. He punched in the number codes to block any calls from his home number or from her cell. About 9:00 am, he got an email from Cheryl. He deleted without reading, and added her email address to the blocked sender list. The only was she could reach him now was either a telegram or in person. A number of people came by to offer congratulations for the massive project he had driven home, and he was at least focused enough to be appreciative. At 5:00 pm he went back to the motel and changed into casual slacks and shirt. Then he drove home. No since putting off the inevitable, he would have to face her sooner or later. When he arrived, Jane's car was in the drive, but he didn't see Cheryl's car. He walked in, and Jane and Cheryl were in the living room. David assumed she must have recovered enough to at least park her car. Cheryl had confessed the whole thing to Jane and she knew they needed to be alone She was sure David could never do anything to really hurt Cheryl, so she made record time getting out of their house, leaving the two alone. Cheryl started to say something and David snapped at her, "Shut up before you even start. There is nothing I want to hear out of your slut mouth." She immediately started sobbing again. It was obvious from looking at the eyes, that was about all she had done all week end. "From our very first date I have never touched another woman. I have not even flirted with another woman. I have worked my ass off to make you the kind of home I felt you deserved. And now that I have reached a point of being really successful, this is how you reward me for my faithfulness and my devotion to you." "David, I am so sorry. I was completely wrong. I will make it up to you." "You let two total strangers inside you body and let them dump their cock slime into your cunt. How do you plan to make it up, go fuck the whole 49's football team next?" "No, please, I didn't let them come in me. I was at least sober enough to be sure they used condoms. Please David, I will do anything to make it up to you. I will do anything to prove how much I love you and how sorry I am. "I can't deal with you or your faithless lying face right now. I am going back to the motel. Don't try to call or email me. I may or may not come back next weekend to talk." David gathered up some additional clothes and left. Cheryl was again sobbing hysterically by the time he was out the door. The rest of the week was a blur. He went through the motions of working. It was fortunate the project was behind him or he would have screwed it up totally. By Saturday morning he had made a plan. When he arrived at the house, Cheryl must have heard his car because she was waiting right inside the door. She tried to throw her arms around him, but he pushed her away. He said, "You told me you would do anything to get me to move back home. Well, let's go over my list of action items." He did look around and notice the house was absolutely spotless. Cheryl was not a bad housekeeper, but she was not normally this much in tune with the details of cleaning. Not a speck of dust could be seen anywhere. David said, "You must agree that you will never question, argue, or even slightly delay anything I ask you to do. You will agree to call me Sir at all times. If you fail to follow the tiniest detail, I will leave you for good. Do you understand?" "Yes Dav – I mean yes Sir, I will do anything and everything you tell me without question." "First, you will go to your doctor and be tested for every social disease known. You will get him to mail you the report, but you will not open it. When you get the letter, you will give it to me unopened. If you test positive for anything we are through. I don't care if it is curable or not. If your lover boys did use condoms you should be OK, bit I am not willing to take the risk." "While you are awaiting the test results, you will sit down at the computer and write a detailed, minute by minute report to me of everything that happened Friday night. After the doctor's report is back, you will be given other requirements that are, shall we say, severe. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir." "Good. Until further notice you will sleep in the guest room. For now I do not want you anywhere near me. I specially do not want you anywhere near the marriage bed we once shared. If and when I change my mind, I will let you know. Do you have any questions?" "No Sir." "You are excused, when I want to see you any reason, I will call your cell. Otherwise I don't want to see any trace of you." "Yes Sir." The last was spoken with a quavering voice, almost in tears. She left the room, went to get her laptop and enough clothes to make it until Monday. After David went to work Monday she could finish moving to the guest room. Cheryl sat down in the guest room arm chair and started to type. She had arrived at the Lion's Den at about 6:15 pm. Since it was Friday the place was already starting to get lively. There must have been a couple of dozen hot young guys already on the prowl. She sad down at an open table and ordered a margarita. That was the last drink she bought all night. While she was taking the first sip a blonde guy about 21 asked her to dance. "Sure, that's why I'm here, that and the tequila." He laughed and led her to the dance floor. The music here was always slow and rhythmic. This was a pick up bar, and you can't get acquainted if you are dancing five feet away from each other. The guy nuzzled her neck as they moved to the music, but she didn't respond just yet. The evening was too early to target in on one guy even if he was cute. She had danced with several guys when she saw two men walk in together. Both were over 6 feet tall and very athletic looking. One was white and the other was black. Between them they fit into every single teenage fantasy she had ever had. After a few minutes they noticed her. The walked over and introduced themselves. Jay was the white guy and the black man was Tony. They asked if they could join her and maybe buy her a drink. She readily agreed, even though she had already had three and was feeling pretty good. For the next hour Tony and Jay took turns moving her around the dance floor, and she made it clear by the way she moved against them that she was definitely available. All thoughts of David were gone. She was not mad anymore, but she was certainly not thinking of her marriage vows either. By the time she had finished her fifth drink, she was making it very clear that sleeping alone was not in her plans. Both guys were taking every chance they could to feel her ass or to cup her 36B breast in their palm. They all sat down and ordered another round. During the past hour Jay and Tony had only consumed two each, so they were not impaired at all, but Cheryl was in a state of total euphoria. When the drinks arrived Jay asked her if she was interested in a more private party. That was exactly what she had been waiting and wanting to hear. "Sure, I'm ready right now." "Which one of us do you find the most likely to succeed?" Asked Jay. "Do I have to pick only?" She responded. Jay and Tony both laughed. They had been best buddies since junior high football, and this was not going to be their first three way. They all loaded up into Tony's car and drove to his apartment, about 5 miles from the club. It was late enough that trip only took 15 minutes even with red lights. During the ride Cheryl and Jay rode in the back seat. She was all over him like a kid in a candy store. She rubbed his chest like she had been doing on the dance floor for the last hour, and marveled at his rock hard pecs. Her hand slid down to his waist, and she had her first feel of his manhood. He had rubbed against her a few times while dancing, but until she actually felt it she didn't realize how big it was. She moaned in anticipation of what was coming. They pulled into the parking lot of Tony's complex and almost jogged to his apartment. As soon as she was in the door, she started peeling off her clothes. The heels went first, since her feet were hurting anyway. Next the dress and necklace came off, leaving her in a sexy black push up bra and matching panties. Both men were very pleased with what they saw. Since she had never been pregnant, she still had the body of an 18 year old. She grabbed Jay, pulled his head down and kissed him, her mouth wide open. She again felt his cock through his pants. Tony walked up behind her and began to massage her ass. She turned around and gave him the same treatment Jay had just received, an open mouth kiss with a hand on his dick. She was amazed. She knew it was larger than David's, but actually rubbing it, it felt like it was at least 10 inches long. The guys led her to the bedroom and they began to undress, giving her a slow male striptease. She loved every minute of it. Once they were naked, Cheryl gasped at the sight. Both had the rock hard bodies of guys who spend a lot of time working out. Jay's cock was about 8 inches long and almost 2 inches thick. Tony was almost 11 inches by 2 ½ inches thick. Cheryl again felt a little hesitation just thinking about those things inside her. She and David had neither been virgins when they met, but David was the largest guy she had ever been with. His dick was about 7 inches long, and slightly less than 1 ½ inches in diameter. Both these men outsized him by a fairly large margin. Once naked, they approached the bed. She reached out and took one of them in each hand, stroking slowly up and down their length. Her hand would not completely close around Tony's monster. Jay reached behind her and unhooked her bra while Tony slid her panties down her beautiful legs. Since Tony was already in the lower regions, he leaned in to kiss her mound while Jay pushed his cock against her lips. She opened readily, taking about half his cock into her mouth. She sucked slowly while Tony worked his oral magic to build a raging fire in her pussy. She had been without sex for four months. Her first climax hit her with an unbelievable force. She continued to suck Jay's cock while clamping her legs around Tony's head. She shook all over as her orgasm wracked her body. When her climax passed, Tony and jay traded places. In minutes Jay had licked her to another climax while her poor lips were stretched to the limit around Jay's hard cock. She had barely quit shaking when Jay lay down and pulled her on top of him. She was so wet she was dripping, and his cock slid into her easily. Tony's hands roamed over her whole body while she rode his buddy with long slow strokes. Before it was too late a little light clicked on in her brain. "Wait, we can't do it this way. Do you have any rubbers?" "Sure," said Tony. He went into the bathroom and brought back a full box of condoms. He handed one to her and she lifted off Jay's dick, opened the package and rolled it down. As soon as it was in place she again straddled him and lowered herself onto his dick. Thank god she hadn't been any drunker; she could have ended up pregnant. As her passion again built, she rode Jay harder and faster, rising almost all the way off his cock only to drop back to the bottom in one quick, sudden plunge. "Oh shit, fuck me. It feels so great, fuck me deeper." In less than 5 minutes she was just beginning another climax when Jay also hit his peak and unloaded into the rubber. Once their orgasms had spent, she lifted up off his dick and turned on to her back. Tony had already put on a condom. As soon as her back hit the bed, he lifted her legs high, placing one foot on each of his shoulders. He drove into her in one thrust. She felt filled like never before. "Tony, god, give it to me. Fuck me. Shit it's so deep in me." When she started to come again, it was almost a continuous orgasm for the 10 minutes it took Tony to dump his load into the rubber sleeve on his dick. He neared his orgasm, Tony cried out, "Fuck me white gal. God I love to fuck a hot, white pussy. Take it, take my cock." Then he began to spill his cream into the rubber. Tony left his cock in her until it began to shrink down and become flaccid, then pulled out and removed the rubber. Jay went into the kitchen a poured everyone a glass of wine. Cheryl was still wobbly from the tequila and the wine went straight to her head. "Who's ready for another round?" she asked, pushing her hips back and forth in a fucking motion. Tony said, "If you want more fucking, then you will have to do some get us ready sucking." Cheryl immediately slugged down the wine and dropped to her knees in front of Jay. She sucked him as deep in her throat as she could, moaning as if she was eating the richest dessert in the world. Jay's cock began to swell as it returned to life. "Oh fuck Tony, her mouth is as hot as an oven. Suck it you slut cunt." Being called a slut cunt made Cheryl suck even harder, taking a little more down her throat. Once Jay was fully erect, she started on Tony. "Yea white cunt, get that thing down your throat. Suck my chocolate cock bitch." Again the dirty names just made her hotter. She gagged as she tried to swallow Tony's entire length. It just wouldn't go down her throat. All at once Jay put his hand on the back of her head and shoved her down onto his buddy's dick. She again gagged, but the full length disappeared into her waiting mouth. "Damn you are one hot cock sucker baby. Swallow it deep," said Tony. He too was now fully hard. Tony slowly pulled back out of Cheryl's throat and lay on his back. He put on another rubber and pulled her down onto his cock with her facing his feet. Jay stood in front her and fed his dick into her mouth. Now that Tony had opened her throat, she was able to swallow Jay's full length. "That's it cunt, swallow my cock while you get your cunt bored. Fuck her Tony, make her take it all." With his cock all the way down her throat, Jay was ready to shoot another load in a very short while. She felt his cock swell and his nut sack tighten up. She didn't even think about backing off, but took his cum into her throat without spilling a drop. When she had earlier told David she had made sure they wore a condom, she failed to mention the bareback blow job. Within seconds after swallowing Jay's some, she began to climax again. Her wild passion triggered Troy's climax and he filled another condom with his cream. Cheryl collapsed on the bed, falling off Tony's rapidly deflating cock. "Guys, this was fantastic, but I think I am fucked out. Can you give me a ride back to my car?" They got dressed, but Cheryl couldn't find her panties or bra. "Fuck it," she said, "there isn't any cum to leak out." The guys realized she was too drunk to drive, so when they got back to the Lion's Den, Tony drove her home while Jay followed in her car. All the way to her house, she kept Tony's fly open and licked his cock. He didn't get hard again, but he certainly didn't mind. Cheryl finished the brief history, printed it, and with a foolish trace of hope and wrote at the bottom, "I am so sorry. Please try to forgive me, Cheryl." David had given her strict instructions not to be seen, so she put the sheets in an envelope. She wrote his name on the outside, and planned to leave it on his bed after he went to work the next day. Her whole body was again wracked with sobs as she thought, "his bed," knowing it was just yesterday "their bed." She was just enough of a romantic to think that maybe someday things would be the same between them. In that respect Cheryl had no clue about how men's brains worked. David might forgive her, but their relationship could never be the same. David got home from work the next afternoon and found the envelope. He opened it and read the contents. He had heard that some husbands get off on their wives fucking other men. David most certainly did not. He was not a wimp, sissy cuckold, and her reward for betraying him would be an emotional journey she would never forget. He certainly had no plans to ever forget her unfaithfulness. After reading the letter, he had not need to ever see it again, but since it was signed, he put it away in case he needed evidence in a divorce case. For the next ten days their lives went on as if they lived on separate planets. Cheryl was careful to stay out of his sight as ordered. Then the letter from the doctor arrived, Addressed to Ms. Cheryl Parker. She was dying to open it, but knew David had forbidden that. Instead, she laid it on the kitchen table. She heard his car pull into the drive way. She immediately ran up stairs to the guest room so as to again be out of his sight. David found the letter when he went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of wine. He took a sip, then opened the letter. The doctor's report was negative, no STDs of any sort. He dialed Cheryl's cell number and faintly heard the ringing from upstairs. She answered in one ring, obviously she was on edge. Good, he thought. "Yes sir," she answered. "Come down to the living room." When she arrived he had already taken a seat in the recliner. "Strip." Cheryl looked confused, then realized he meant for her to be naked. Oh god, she thought, is he going to fuck me, beat me, or something else she wondered. Get on your knees with your hands clasped behind your head. She dropped to her knees with her buttocks resting on her calves. "Not like that," he said calmly. "Keep your hips straight as if you were standing up. She lifted her ass off her legs until her hips were straight, her hands still behind her head. "Any time I allow you into my presence, you will assume that posture. You will be kneeling as a slave, but with your naked body fully exposed." The position of her hands caused her breasts to stand up prominently. "The STD report was negative." She slumped down in relief, and said. "Thank god." "Shut up cunt, I did not give you permissions to speak. Get back into the proper posture," he shouted at her. She immediately straightened her hips again. "Now we will learn if you really meant it when you said you would obey in everything I commanded. Your next few months will be difficult to say the least." Cheryl had no idea what he meant, but the tone of his voice terrified her. "Right now I do not think I will ever hold you, kiss you, caress you, or fuck you again as long as we live, but you must prepare yourself just in case I change my mind." Tears began to form as Cheryl realized how harsh his tone was. She had fucked up totally, but she still had some hope he would forgive her. "The first thing you will endure is several rounds of surgery. I will take you to a private clinic in Mexico where money means more than medical ethics. We will be there several weeks. In case you wonder how we can afford this, I will remind you of why I spent so much time away from you before you decided to abandon our marriage vows and become a slut tramp. The project I worked on so hard made me quite well off. I meant that work, and the resulting wealth, to be for us." Cheryl could actually fell the cold venomous hatred in those last two words, "for us". Tears flowed freely down her cheeks now, but she didn't dare make even a whimper. "You have proven yourself to be unfit as a wife, so you must therefore also be unfit as a mother. The first surgery you will endure is to have your uterus removed. Cheryl gasped out loud at this. "No, please don't-" "Shut up cunt. Did I say you could talk? You have two choices – Shut up and do everything I command, or get up and walk out now. If you walk out, you will never be allowed back, but either way you will not utter a sound until I authorize it." "After your filthy whore womb is removed, then you will have your clitoris excised. Following that, the surgeon will resize your polluted slut pussy. He will nip and tuck your filthy fuck hole and your slut cunt lips to the point that inserting anything larger than you little finger will cause you excruciating, mind numbing pain. That way if I ever do decide to fuck you, only one of us will experience any pleasure at all." "After you heal, we will return to MY home, where I will dedicate myself to your total humiliation. Do you have any questions?" "No." "No!" No what, you filthy tramp?" "No sir. I'm sorry sir." "Are you ready to comply or are you going to walk out?" "I will obey you sir." Cheryl was beginning to understand just how angry David was. She meant it when she said she would do anything, but the thought of loosing the ability to ever bear children was like a burning coal in her insides. David was still angry, but not as blindly furious as the night she had come home drunk and recently fucked. His anger was enough to keep him from smiling at what Cheryl was going to endure. The doctor in southern Mexico was totally skillful. He and David had discussed in great detail exactly what he wanted and why he wanted it done. David personally inspected each step of the process in extreme close up. He was pleased with the Doctor's complete cooperation. After three weeks recovery, they were ready to return to the Bay area. Strangely, Cheryl couldn't really feel anything different. She thought there would be some drastic change in the way her organs felt, but that was not the case. Once she had unpacked their luggage and put everything away, David called her back to the living room. She walked down the stairs and stood in front of him. He slapped her and pushed her to the floor. The slap had not been hard, but the shock she felt had the desired effect. "What are you authorized to wear and what is your proper position, whore?" he yelled at her. She had forgotten. She immediately stripped off all her clothing and dropped to her knees, fingers interlaced behind her neck. Tears flowed down her cheeks. David had never even raised his voice, much less struck her before she fucked up so badly. "Now cunt, you will begin your training. He went to the hall closet and removed a box. When he opened it, he removed a small butt plug and a chastity belt. Anytime I am not in this house you will have the plug inserted and the belt locked on your filthy cunt. I have the only key, so you can close it but you can never open it. When I am home I may or may not allow you out of the belt. Under no circumstances are you to ever step out side this housed without the plug and belt in place. If I ever get even the tiniest hint of an idea you have tried to tamper with the lock, I will solder it permanently shut. Do you understand?" "Yes sir." "OK, let's try them on." He told her to keep her hands licked behind her back, but to lean forward until her forehead touched the floor. He stepped behind her and shoved the plug into her rectum with only one little glob of spit as lubricant. The plug was the smallest made, but she had never allowed any anal penetration of any type before. She cried out in pain at the sudden intrusion into her most forbidden place. He removed his belt and began to spank her ass, sometimes striking the cheeks, and sometimes landing a blow directly on the butt plug. She cried out aloud with each stroke. "You cock sucking whore, I will beat you until you learn to keep silent." She bit her lip to keep from crying aloud again. He let her lay there for a couple of minutes, then poured a glass of ice water over her sore ass. "Are you ready to keep silent?" "Yes sir," she whimpered. He locked the belt onto her and told her he would be back when he felt like it. He left the house and just drove. He had no intention of going anywhere or doing anything, but part of her torture would be wondering if she had driven him to another woman. He returned a couple of hours later and she was still in the living room. He removed the chastity belt, slowly pulled the plug from her ass, and said, "Well, my little quick break was certainly refreshing. I wonder who else I might see later this week." The thought that he had seen anyone else for quick, dirty sex cut her like a knife. "Did you find our little break restful, my darling wife?" "No sir." "Oh, that is too bad. Well, we will have a lot more breaks. Maybe you will be more relaxed in the future. Now get you filthy cunt back out of my sight." By the time she reached the guest room she was sobbing, certain that her world had ended forever and David would never again touch her. Why had she agreed to all this? If she had just left she might have someday found some else, and she would have still had her womb. Now it was too late for that. For the next two and one-half months a routine formed. David would verbally abuse her, telling her how useless she was, calling her everything from tramp to whore. He would taunt her with questions about who else she had fucked over the course of their marriage. Of course, he did not believe any of that himself, he was sure her one night with Jay and Tony had been the entire universe of her times with other men. The taunts that cut Cheryl the worst were when he accused her of being a true whore. He would ask how many customers she normally service each night, and what did she charge for different things. "How much is a blowjob, cunt?" or "How much did you charge to fuck you in the ass? Did you let them go bareback in your shit hole?" At first she denied his horrible accusations, but she soon realized that he did not listen to the denials. She wanted to make him believe that she had only been unfaithful one night in her entire life, bit he either would not believe her, or did not care. She finally gave up the denials and just endured his verbal abuse, tears rolling down her cheeks every time he accused her of something terrible. At the end of the third month since retuning from Mexico, David called Cheryl into the master bedroom. She walked in naked and immediately dropped to her knees as required. "Well, are you ready to try out your tiny, new pussy now?" Cheryl sobbed once more and said, "Yes sir, if you desire it." Tears began to fold down her cheeks. "Why the tears, my love? Don't you want to feel your darling husband inside you? You used to like that." "Please sir, I am ready, but I am terrified. You said the pain would be horrible if I was ever penetrated again." "Get up and come over here." She walked to the chair where he was seated. "Sit down," he told her. She started to sit on the floor, but he said, "No, sit on my lap." "Are you so terrified that you no longer love me?" "Oh, no sir. I do love you, and I am afraid of the pain, not of you." She was still devastated over the things that had been done to her, both physically and emotionally, but she did still love David. That is why she endured it all. "You no longer need to call me sir. If you truly still love me, are you willing to bear my child?" Cheryl thought she had heard wrong. "I don't understand. The doctor in Mexico removed my uterus, so I can't have a child." He kissed her gently on the lips for the first time since that horrible night Jay and Tony dropped her off. "Sweetheart, your punishment is done." "David, I don't know what you mean. What is going on?" "After I cooled off, I made a plan to punish you for what you did, but I never planned to leave you. The doctor in Mexico did not alter your vagina, he did not remove your clitoris, and he certainly didn't remove your womb. Telling you all those things was part of the punishment." "But I have a scar on my mound. I have not had any periods, how can my uterus still be there?" "Cheryl, the only thing the doctor did was to examine you thoroughly to make sure you had not been injured during your little escapade. He then kept you sedated for a couple of weeks. During the first three days, when you were asleep he would slightly irritate the lining of your vagina so you would think it had been operated on. The thing he had the most problem with was inserting the fake stitches to look like you had undergone a hysterectomy. He had real ethical problems with actually making any unnecessary penetrations of your skin. He put in ten stitches, and they cost me $1,000.00 per stitch to get him to do it." "But if he didn't remove my uterus why am I not having periods." "The one legitimate medical treatment he gave you was a shot of Depo-Provera. It is the most powerful birth control drug available. It doesn't just stop your from ovulating, it actually stops the menstrual cycle. A shot lasts for three to four months, so you will start having periods again within a few days or weeks. He also gave me some powerful topical anesthetic so I could keep your clitoris numb. That way you had no idea your sensitive little bud was still there." "I want you to know I am deeply ashamed of the night I lost my temper and hit you with my belt. I wanted to punish you, but it was supposed to be totally emotional and psychological, never physical punishment. If you feel you can't forgive me for that abuse, I will understand, and I will not try to keep you if you no longer want me." Cheryl leaned against him and said, "How could I not want you, my beloved master?" As he pressed his lips hard against her mouth, she felt a tingling begin to grow between her legs. David might never forget what she had done, but she knew she would die before she would ever hurt him again, and she couldn't wait to feel his baby growing inside her. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 58