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Slave Wife
Chapter 2
“Now, tell me about your adventures today. While you’re telling me all about how much
fun you had, I want to see you finger-fucking that sloppy hole between your legs,
too. ”
Although I knew she masturbated regularly, she’d never
done it in front of me before. “And you
don’t stop and you don’t cum, unless you want a beating.” She turned bright red, but her fingers began
flying over her swollen and inflamed slit.
“Sir, right after you left, I gathered my clothes
like you asked,” she began.
“Wrong, cunt!” I bellowed, accentuating my displeasure with a
backhand across her face that knocked her over.
“I didn’t ask you do to anything, I fucking told you! And just for lying like that, from now on you
don’t use the word ‘
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, crying softly but obeying
regardless. “Sir, this stupid cunt
gathered her…” I frowned, shaking my
head. “…it’s clothing as you…as its
Master ordered. It dressed as its Master
commanded, in a short dress and heels, and took the clothing to the thrift
store.
“After that, this stupid cunt went to its regular
beauty shop. Felicia – the stupid cunt’s
regular beautician – was surprised to see me…it…because I…because this stupid
cunt didn’t have an appointment until next week. When this stupid cunt told Felicia what
she…it…wanted, Felicia’s eyes got all funny, and she grinned at me. At it.”
“You can stop using third person speech now. Just tell me what happened,” I said. Having Donna stumbling over
words and phrases while trying to speak properly was ruining the story for me.
“Thank you, Master.
Anyway, she took me to the back room, where I knew they did stuff like
bikini waxing out of the public view.
She asked me what was going on, and just the way she said it made me
want to…it was like I had to…tell her that I wanted to submit to you as your
slave, and you were testing me. She told
me that she’s been in in the D/s scene for a long time, and that she is her
boyfriend’s submissive but enjoys dominating other women. I told her I wasn’t sure if you’d approve of
her being that way to me, but I’d ask.”
Donna looked up at me with expectant eyes, hoping I’d agree.
“We’ll see,” I said.
“Continue.”
“Yes, Master.
Felicia asked if there was anything else I was supposed to do, so I told
her about the piercings, and about…the sex.”
“You mean about me telling you to come home with a
load of cum in your cunt?”
“Yes, Master, about me having to
have a load of cum in my cunt, Master.”
“What did she say?”
“She said she could take care of everything for me,
right there. First, she made me strip
and lay back on the chair they use for bikini waxing. It’s almost like a dentist’s chair, Master,
so she was able to adjust it so I was laying almost
flat on my back. Before she did that,
though, she strapped my ankles to the sides of the chair so that I couldn’t
close my legs, and then she did the same thing with my wrists, fastening them
to the headrest. First she waxed me…it
hurt like hell, and it still hurts a bit…and then while I waited, she called
her boyfriend up. She left me there,
strapped to the chair, for like ninety minutes until her boyfriend
arrived. All the beauticians came in to
look at me while I was tied like that, too.”
“How did that make you feel, everyone in your beauty
shop knowing you’re just a bondage-loving cock slut?”
“Horny, Master,” she answered. “Without any hair down there, I could feel
how wet I was it would seep out of me and drip down my ass. Some of the beauticians commented about how
wet I was, too, and played with my tits just to get me wetter. Two even told me that they hoped my Master
wouldn’t let me get off for another week, just because I was such a needy,
horny slut.”
“Hmmm, that might be an idea,” I teased. “But continue. What about the boyfriend?”
“Master, Felicia’s boyfriend owns a tattoo and
piercing parlor, so he brought his tools with him. When he came in, I got scared and started
struggling, so Felicia tried to calm me down.
She hugged and caressed me, then showed me her own piercings. Master, she has bars through her nipples, and
rings on her labia and clitoris!”
“Interesting. I wonder what
you’d look like in those? Maybe later. Continue with your story.”
“Yes, Master.
Because I was so scared, Felicia calmed me down with hugs and
stuff. Then she started kissing me, and
worked her way down to my…to my nipples, Master. When she started sucking on them, I almost
came right then. But she wasn’t doing it
for my pleasure, Master. It was to make
them erect so her boyfriend could pierce them.
He grabbed them with these forcep things…it hurt so bad…but when he put
the rings in, he said he was going to do is slowly so I could experience the
maximum pain. That’s when I passed out,
Master.”
“And when you woke up, your nipples were pierced?” I
asked.
“No, Master,” she answered. “Carlos – that’s Felicia’s boyfriend – stopped
and had Felicia spray cold water on my face until I woke up, and then he
continued to shove the needle through my tit, Master. He told me I’d better not pass out again, and
that’s when Felicia wadded my panties up in my mouth and told me to bite down.”
“Your panties?”
“Yes, Master.
She rolled them up, so they were like a hard tube, and put them between
my teeth.”
“Continue,” I ordered.
“Yes, Master.
After the piercing was done, Felicia suggested that I could ‘kill two
birds with one stone.’ Carlos needed to
be paid, and I needed to get fucked, so she said if I begged enough, he might
accept my…slutty whore cunt is what she said…as payment.”
“And I suppose that’s what you did, right?” Of course
it was, considering the congealed proof that had dripped out of her, and was
now dried on her bruised thighs.
“Yes, Master, and Felicia taped it on video. She said she would be happy to give you a
copy, but told me to ask if she could have an evening with me as payment,”
Donna replied, blushing.
“You’ve never been with a woman, have you?” I asked,
already knowing the answer.
“No, Master.
Felicia said she’d make sure she was freshly fucked, so that I could beg
to eat Carlos’s cum out of her ass, Master.”
“One question before I throat-fuck you, slut,” I
said. “If Carlos fucked your scummy cunt
– what, five hours ago – why was it still dripping out of you? It should have been nothing but dried cum on
your thighs.”
“Master, after Carlos came inside me, Felicia plugged
my…my cunt…with a large butt plug and then used duct tape to hold it in
place. I spent the rest of the day like
that, and took it out just before you got to the door.”
“I’m beginning to like your friend Felicia. Perhaps I’ll give you to her and Carlos for a
weekend sometime. But enough about you
getting your jollies, get your skanky ass over here
and suck me off, bitch!” I commanded harshly.
Donna shuffled over on her knees, positioning herself
under my desk and carefully untied my robe so she could get at my cock. While she made herself useful, I clicked on a
particularly graphic, noisy video of a slave bitch being fucked up the ass for
the first time. While Donna slurped
away, I turned the volume up so she could hear it, and began making comments
about how the bitch on the screen was prettier, had nicer tits, and was
probably a better cock-sucker than the pathetic bitch kneeling between my
feet. I looked down a couple of times to
find Donna’s hands working feverishly at her own fuckhole, covered in cunt
slime. Another time and I’d punish her
for masturbating without permission, but this time I wanted her to cum down her
throat. She’d never really sucked cock
before, and so when she finally exploded in orgasm, I grabbed her head and
forced my dick down her throat, choking her nearly to unconsciousness before I
finally spewed the fluid that was churning in my nuts down her gullet. She struggled mightily against me, which just
excited me further, and when I pulled out and started wiping my wet cock on her
face, she began to wretch and cough.
“You’ll be taking bigger cocks than mine down your
throat before long, bitch,” I told her.
“Just be thankful I was gentle this time.” I could almost hear her thoughts; if this was
gentle, what would rough be like?
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