From Cuntwife to Cunt - A Story
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Posted:May 6, 2021 9:20 pm
Last Updated:Jan 24, 2022 2:50 pm 3031 Views
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On Wednesday, My Lord informed me that we had an appointment with a judge friend of his. Apparently, a friend had recently passed away, and the man’s cuntwife inherited the estate. For My Lord, this was unacceptable. Females were property, not property owners. Access to that much money and legal autonomy would lead to chaos. To avoid a similar fate, My Lord decided to take legal action to protect his legacy and secure my legal status as property now and for the future.
My Lord drove us to the courthouse and ushered into the office of a judge. I’d never been formally introduced, but I recognized him from some of the house parties My Lord took me to. I was pretty sure I’d sucked the judge's cock at least once. There was another man in the office as well. The judge introduced him to My Lord. He was an attorney who’d draw up the required paperwork My Lord and the attorney sat in the visitor chairs. I knelt on the floor between the chairs.
The men started passing paperwork back and forth. They discussed fees, and My Lord gave several bundles of cash the attorney. A stack of papers was soon placed in front of , and I was directed sign as indicated. I started read the top form, but My Lord slapped on the side of the head and told sign. He’d tell what I needed know. While I was signing, the judge called his assistant into the room. She must also be a notary because she brought a stamp set and proceeded to sign and stamp all the documents. I noticed she had a thick leather collar “necklace.”
Soon all the papers were signed, and copies passed around. For the first time since we arrived, the judge addressed me directly. “Cunt, to protect your owner’s assets, we’ve taken legal steps today to prohibit you from claiming rights to any of his property. First, we’ve annulled your marriage. You no longer have any right to community property. Also, I’ve declared you legally incompetent. Your owner is now your legal guardian with full medical and legal power of attorney. You may no longer legally make any decisions for yourself. In addition, your owner can make decisions on your behalf without consulting you at all. The state requires that an advocate is assigned to you. My lawyer friend here, Sir David, has agreed to take on that responsibility. If something happens to your owner, Sir David will sell you to someone else.” As the judge spoke, My Lord leaned over and took my left hand in his. I thought he was comforting me, but he just removed my engagement and wedding rings.
I started to cry as I listened to the judge speak I didn’t have any plans leave My Lord, but now I was utterly helpless. I wasn't a wife, but I was His until death do us part.
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Transgression Journal - A Story
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Posted:Apr 6, 2021 10:35 pm
Last Updated:Nov 18, 2021 7:08 pm 3747 Views
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It’s been a long year. Last week, I received my second dose of the Covid vaccine, which means that I will see Sir again next wee I’m nervous and excited. It will be wonderful be physically with him again, but I know the pleasure won’t last.
You see, my Sir lives with his wife. I live in a house a few miles away. Sir’s wife knows about , but we’ve never met. I am self-sufficient. I a job, which thankfully was not impacted by the shut-down, and I can meet all of my own material needs. But this has been a lonely year. Sir has been very careful about following protocols. Since I work outside my home, he has not “socialized” with me in over a year. All of that ends in a wee
Even though I cannot be with Sir, I am still mandated follow all of his rules, and he’s added quite a few over the last twelve months.
About months into the lockdown, a group of workmen arrived at my house. They had a work order to install webcams. By the time they finished, were at least cameras mounted the corners of every room, including the closets and the bathroom. was a special waterproof one in the shower. were even cameras in the garage and yard. I sat on my couch all afternoon and watched while the cams were installed. When the workers finished, one of them told me that the controls and password had already been sent to the customer. I knew whom they meant.
Minutes after the workers left, my phone rang. was Sir. He called inform me that all of the cameras were about go live. From that moment forward, he would be able watch me via a live feed. I was no longer permitted any clothing in the house. If I had leave, I could carry my clothes the garage and dress next the car. When I returned home, I would undress as soon as I got out of the car. Also, I was not attempt hide from the cameras or disable them in any way. If was an interruption in the wi-fi signal, I was notify him by and then kneel by the door and wait for instructions.
Of course, I complied, and after a few days, I almost forgot the cameras were . Every once in a while, Sir would me and tell me move something because the camera view was blocked, and I’d remember I was being watched.
All of that changed last wee On Friday, I found a package on my porch. In was a leather-bound diary with the words “Transgression Journal” on the cover. Inside, in Sir’s neat and precise handwriting, was a list of things I had done over the year. Next each item was a consequence. The list went on for almost twenty pages. The first few pages weren’t too bad, but as the list continued, the consequences for the infractions became more severe. For example, on May th, I cursed, and the consequence was listed as “wash out mouth with soap.” On October 28th, cursing is listed again, but this time the consequence is “tongue lashing-with strop.” Another example, on June 4th, I used the toilet, but my legs were not spread wide. The consequence was listed as” lick toilet seat”. On September th, the consequence for the transgression was “drink from public toilets.” The list went on and on. The punishments ranged from having my head shaved (for leaving hair on the bathroom sink) to offering free oral and anal men in a homeless encampment because I wasted food. The more I read, the more frightened I became.
was time for my weekly Zoom meeting with Sir, so I waited with more than a fear for him explain the boo Once he logged in, he wasted time. He told me that as of next week, I’d be fully vaccinated, and he planned to begin disciplining me for all of my errors. He would go through each item on the list, one by one, and mete out my punishment. He intended to complete the entire list in one month as he had a vacation planned and had already loaned me to a friend for the summer. He gleefully informed me that I’d earned a total of 231 cunt and clit whippings alone, and he wanted all the marks to fade before his friend borrowed me for his lake house.
I was shaking as I listened to him cheerfully explain what was to come. He was clearly excited to get started. After he disconnected the , I flipped through the book, looking at the list. At all the mistakes I’d made. I had no one blame but myself.
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In the garden
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Posted:Dec 30, 2020 9:52 pm
Last Updated:Jan 7, 2022 3:53 pm 3787 Views
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I’m finally cleaning out the vegetable garden, pulling out dried tomato vines and overgrown kale. It’s December and, as long as I stay in the sun, plenty warm, even though I am naked except for a pair of clunky gardening clogs. You do not permit me to wear clothing in your house or yard. I don’t even keep my clothes in the bedroom. They are kept in a garage cupboard.
Today is a yard work day, and I’ve been out here for several hours already. The morning busy, and I feel a twinge in my ass every time I bend over to pull up a plant. My udders are streaked with dirt, but the bruises from this morning’s work are fully formed and brightly colored. I tug quite hard on a large tomato vine. I cannot help but let out a pained sound, and you chuckle as you watch me struggle with my tas
We started the day by pruning bushes and a few dwarf trees. It’s a bit late in the year, but we’ve been busy with other projects. I’d trimmed the plants as instructed, dividing the cut branches into piles. Thick stiff branches go into the kindling pile. They’ll be allowed to dry out, and we’ll use them in the fireplace. The second pile is for compost and consists of twigs and leaves. The third stack is the “switch” pile. These branches are used for disciplinary purposes when I demonstrate a lapse in my training. This last pile is the reason I am so sore.
When I finish the pruning, you came over to inspect my wor Immediately you notice several branches in the kindling and compost piles that, in your judgment, belonged in the switch pile. I’d stepped into the shed to grab a rake, and when I came out, you’d made a fourth pile. On that pile, you’d place several branches I had designated as kindling and your belt. As soon as I saw the belt, I knew I had made a mistake. You’d already unzipped your pants and pulled out your coc As soon as I approached, you pointed to a muddy, rock strewn patch of ground and gave the signal kneel. The moment my knees hit the ground, you started pissing . I am well trained by now, and I lean forward to take your cock into my mouth so I can swallow it down, but you move away, deliberately aiming the stream into my nose and eyes before dousing my hair. When you finish, you stay still and allow me to take your cock into my mouth and lick it clean. Your cock starts to harden in my mouth, and I seamlessly change from cleaning your cock to sucking . You allow the blow job to continue for a moment before planting your foot between my udders and shoving me away from you. I land on my backside but quickly scramble back into a respectful kneeling position. You still haven’t bothered to speak to me.
The yard is silent, but for the ambient neighborhood sounds. You point at one of the branches in the new pile. I reach for it, picking it and offering it you. It’s a long branch from an overgrown shrub. One end is probably an inch in diameter, tapering a point with needle-type leaves along short stems covering much of the stal I thought it too thick to be a useful disciplinary tool, but clearly, you disagree.
You give me the signal to present my udders, so I place both hands behind my neck and arch my bac Not bothering to remove the stems and leaves, you give the branch a few test swipes before delivering several strokes across each tit. Then, you dropped the branch and picked the next one. This continues until you have “tested” several branches. A few go back into the kindling pile. Two of the branches go into the switch pile. Finally, your belt is left. You tell me to pick it up and hand it to you. By now, both tits are covered in cuts and long red lash marks. They feel hot and swollen. I know, in a feel hours. They’ll feel worse.
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I hand you the belt, but instead of using it on my udders, you tell me to lay down on my stomach. I do as I am told and stretch myself out the cold, rocky soil. You tell me spread out my arms and turn my palms up . As soon as I am in the position, I hear the sound of the leather moving through the air right before I feel the slap of the belt on my ass chee Then you hit me several more times, mostly on my ass but a few times the backs of my thighs and across my shoulders. You stop for a moment, and then I feel intense pain in the palm of my left hand. You walk to the other side of me, and I feel the pain in my right palm. My entire body is throbbing. My udders are swollen, bruised, and rocks dig into them as I jerk each time you strike. My bottom is on fire, and my hands feel swollen twice their usual size. I am sobbing now.
You signal for me to rise and I start to climb to my hands and knees, but you use your foot to push my hands out from under , and I fall back to the ground. You my ass in the air, but my face should stay in the dirt. You kneel behind and slap my bruised ass a few times before spreading my ass cheeks and shoving your thick cock into my tight asshole. I scream. I’m sure the neighbors can hear, but they are used to us by now. You fuck into my hole hard and fast, bending over me so you can put one hand on the ground and the other on my head, holding me firmly in place. You don’t waste much time, and soon, I feel your cum flooding my back passage. As soon as you finish, you pull out, flip me onto my back and straddle my face, practically sitting on me while you clean your cock with my mouth. When you’re satisfied, you stand and help me to my feet. I bow to you and thank you for the training. You tell me to finish with the trimming and to get to work the vegetable garden.
I listen to you chuckle as you watch me struggle with the last of the summer garden. I watch you walk over the fence and chat with the neighbor and his oldest . I can’t hear the entire conversation, but I catch the words “party,” “gloryhole,” and “borrow her.” I am not positive, but I’m pretty sure I know what I am doing this evening.
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Jerry wants to go camping
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Posted:Oct 30, 2020 10:38 pm
Last Updated:Nov 19, 2021 8:10 pm 3790 Views
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I noticed the brochure for the campground the table as soon as I came downstairs. I am sure My Lord left it for me find. The full-color photo the front was certainly attention grabbing. The image featured a female crawling through a gauntlet of men. It was clear from the picture that of the men were either cumming her or pissing her. I knew that My Lord wanted take a vacation, and I’d overheard him discuss a camping trip. I thought he’d go camping or fishing with other men, like usual. Apparently, we were both going this time, and not a regular state park. This campground was called Human Nature. The slogan was, “Enjoy nature the way God intended.”
I knelt next the table and thumbed open the brochure, and began read. The camp offered a variety of luxury accommodations for the Men and “appropriate female lodgings.” The female accommodations ranged from leashed cunts staked trees what looked like a kennel. None of the female housing looked anything liked the well-appointed cabins assigned the men. My Lord had already circled the “service-cunt” package, which consisted of a cabin that had a wide porch, furnished with a variety of benches and chairs, as well as plenty of places “secure your female property.” The cunt-model was curled a small mat next what was clearly a doggy door. The package was advertised as “perfect for the Man who wants share.” I’d be leashed one of the many eyebolts fastened the porch, and anyone could step off the path and use . There was even a cold water faucet for “cleaning and drinking.”
The campground also hosted several events and activities. There were the usual happy hour events allow the men relax, network, and socialize. The facility also hosted traditional fishing competitions and less traditional cunt hunting contests. There was a picture of several men holding bound women upside down like trophies. My Lord had placed checkmarks next two of the events. One of them was a cum guzzling contest for females. From what I could tell, it was like an eating contest, but females had drink large quantities of cum from troughs while their hands were tied, and they were fucked from behind. There was a warning in the fine print that informed males that if their female drowned in the cum, sometimes it’s hard keep your head when you are being fucked like a bitch, the campground was not liable for damage property. The other activity My Lord had checked was a couples-only scavenger hunt. According the brochure, couples set out with a list of items find. The catch is that the female must carry of the items, but she cannot use her hands. The promotional photo showed a cunt-wife with a variety of objects sticking out of her holes. It was hard to tell what everything was, but there was no mistaking the giant pinecone in her cunt. There were at least another dozen activities to choose from. I had a feeling I was going to be very busy.
I was still looking at the brochure when My Lord came home. He smiled and said, “Doesn’t it look like fun?” I nodded, of course.
My Lord took the brochure and stood before me. I don’t know where my head was, but he had to slap me to get my attention. He’d already opened his pants, and I obediently opened my mouth and swallowed his cock until it choked me. He leisurely pumped his cock into my throat while reading some of the highlights. He was in a good mood, so he finished quickly. After I’d thanked him for the throat fuck, he told me to order take-out for dinner. Once dinner was on the way, I presented myself to My Lord and waited. He was acting strangely, and I didn’t know what he wanted from me. It didn’t take long for My Lord to share his plans.
“Peri, we are leaving for the campground tomorrow. It looks like a lot of fun, but you know how competitive I am.” He walked toward the back yard as he spoke, and I crawled quickly after him. When I met him on the back porch, he handed me a bucket and told me to gather as many rocks as I could find. My Lord’s property was once a river bed, so rocks were plentiful. He watched as I crawled around the yard, gathering stones. It took me an hour to fill the bucket. My Lord was very patient. It helped that the take-out meal was delivered about thirty minutes into my task so he could eat while he watched me. Once I gathered all the rocks, My Lord gestured for me to get into position number 3: on my knees, face flat on the ground, hands pulling ass cheeks wide, so my asscunt and pussycunt were exposed and accessible. My Lord has his phone on a nearby table with the stopwatch app open.
“Now my cunt,” said My Lord, “I’m going to see how many of these rocks I can shove in your asshole in thirty seconds. I’ve heard that the record is twenty. We are going to beat that record!”
My Lord started the stopwatch and grabbed several stones in each hand. He barely paused before forcing them into my asshole, one after the other without pause. When the timer chimed, My Lord had only managed to force five rocks into my hole, the last one still peeking out a bit.
“Cunt, push out all of the rocks. We’re going to try again. I plan to keep at this until we get at least ten,” said My Lord.
It was humiliating to have to push out the rocks right in front of Him. He made sure to tell me what a disgusting pig I was, making grunting sounds and crying like that. Almost as soon as I pushed out the last stone, the entire ordeal started again. It was dark out by the time he managed to get all ten stones my ass in thirty seconds.
As a punishment for my poor performance, I had sleep with the stones in my asshole. I was in excruciating pain, but that did not stop My Lord from fucking my pussy. He said he could feel the rocks on his cock and he kind of liked it. He fucked my cunt twice more that night before finally leaving try and get some rest. The next morning, he decided be kind and only fucked my throat. He enjoyed watching waddle around, making his breakfast, and kept slapping the ass before laughing at . Around 10:00 am, he sent into the backyard and told I could squat in the yard and push the rocks out of my stretched and swollen asshole.
It took over an hour get the rocks out. When I was finally finished, I just knelt in the grass and cried. That’s where I was when My Lord came looking for me. Without speaking, he removed his belt and ordered me hold my udders out for him. Then he used the belt whip my tits for several minutes. I didn’t need ask him why. I knew what I’d done wrong. My behavior implied that I wasn’t appreciative of his attention and the training. When My Lord finished with my udders, he beat first my pussy, and then my ass until they were both deeply bruised. When he finished, I thanked him for the correction and knelt at his feet while he pissed on . This was My Lord’s way of putting in my place. As he walked back the house, he pointed at the garden hose. A signal for clean myself .
A few hours later, My Lord came into the kitchen where I was cleaning from lunch. He tossed a light sundress at and told put it . I slipped it over my naked body and knelt, waiting for him speak.
“Cunt, go the park and gather a bucketful of pinecones. This afternoon, I’m going start training your cunt. Like I said before, we are going win that scavenger hunt!” My Lord left the kitchen, and I hurried fetch a bucket from the garage and do what I was told.” I’d never admit it, but I wasn’t looking forward to going camping.
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Happy Cuntwife, Happy Life
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Posted:Oct 10, 2020 2:48 pm
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2023 8:25 am 3926 Views
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Life as a cuntwife might seem lonely, but it’s not. My days are quite busy. I have a job, and I have my responsibilities to my Husband. Living in a properly structured household means that I spend most of my time making sure all of His expectations are met. Jerry does monitor with whom I spend my time. That is right and proper. He needs to be sure I am not subject to any subversive or negative influences. For the same reason, he controls what I watch on TV, the books I read, the radio I listen to. Some might think he is overly controlling, but that’s not the case. He knows what is best for me. Why would I question a superior Male who only has my best interests at heart? Jerry’s wisdom and leadership allow me the luxury of living the way females were made to live, in the service of a Male. All of the rules are in place to help me remember my proper place so I may live a fulfilling life. I do have free time to spend with friends.
Jerry (my Husband, Lord, and Master) has many like-minded friends, and I am allowed to socialize with the other cuntwives. It’s very liberating to spend time only with those who share my values. People are so confused about the difference between abuse and the relationship between a Husband and cuntwife. Females were created for Males to use. Females are simply inferior to Males. It’s not a difficult concept to understand. When I am with my cuntsisters, we can relax and be ourselves.
For example, yesterday, my friend Beth came over to visit. I am not permitted to cover my cunt, ass, or udders inside the house. Beth’s Husband requires her to follow the same rules, so when she comes over, and I answer the door completely naked, it’s normal for her. Likewise, she doesn’t pay any attention to marks or bruising that may result from any corrections I may have earned. This week I am on a food restriction. For me, that means that I may not consume any food without Jerry’s explicit permission. I made coffee for Beth, but since I didn’t have permission to drink coffee, I just sipped on the glass of his urine that he left for me. Beth noticed, but rather than look with disapproval instead, she asked me what I did wrong.
My friends also keep me faithful. If I were to cross my legs (closing access to my cunt) or to say something disrespectful about a Male, Beth would report it to her Husband, who would, in turn, tell Jerry. My life is full of friends and community who support me, so I may be a useful female who deserves to have a Husband. I cannot imagine finding happiness in any other way.
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The Office - A story
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Posted:May 14, 2020 11:59 am
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2022 2:07 pm 4859 Views
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Things at work had been a bit more difficult for ever since my boss walked in as My Lord was spanking at work. About a week ago, Mr. Jones walked into my office and saw bent over my desk while My Lord spanked my ass with a belt. Mr. Jones had simply walked out, but the next day, everything changed.
Mr. Jones had contacted My Lord and received permission discipline at work. My Lord also shared the nature of our relationship as well as many of the rules I am required follow as a slave wife with my boss.
When I arrived at work the following day, the receptionist informed me that Mr. Jones wanted see in his office right away. As soon as I entered, Mr. Jones told kneel. I was startled by the request, but I did as I was told. I’m used to following orders from men. Then he informed me that even though everyone else in the office called him Neil, from this moment forward, I was required to address all of the men in the office formally. This included my subordinates. Everyone would still call me Peri. Mr. Jones also informed me that I would be subject to corporal punishment for any infractions related to my job. If Mr. Jones witnessed any violations of my slave wife rules, they would be reported to My Lord. Then, Mr. Jones pulled out a ruler and told me to lift my dress and bend over the desk. He proceeded to give me twenty hard blows to the ass for being late to arrive at my desk. I realized then that the infractions I was to be punished for might be real or manufactured by Mr. Jones. After my spanking, I went to my own office and got to work. That day, I was “corrected” more times and at least once a day after that. Often, when I got home, My Lord would be waiting with additional punishments. Of course, My Lord punished me in far more creative ways.
It did not take long for the rest of the office recognize my lowered status. No one was mean, but I was not treated with the same respect as before. I complained My Lord once about the situation at work. He was so disappointed, and furious with . How dare a woman complain about how a man managed his business? That evening, I was cunt whipped and then spent the night the pony. The following morning, My Lord fucked my ass before inserting an inflatable plug expanded its maximum girth. He then made walk the miles my work. my way there, I received a text informing that I was be Mr. Jones’ urinal for the day. That evening my cunt and asshole were whipped before being sent spend a second night on the pony. The following morning, I begged My Lord for His forgiveness.
After spending a day drinking my boss’ piss (I have never seen anyone drink that much water), I accepted my fate. As a slave wife, I am subject the whims of My Lord. He knows what is best for in things. It is not my place or my right ever question why. I am His.
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Jerry Changes the Rules
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Posted:Nov 14, 2019 11:01 am
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2022 1:53 pm 4908 Views
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It started with a slap. I was walking down the hall of our home when Jerry stepped out of his office. He held me by the upper arm and slapped me across the face. I immediately teared up and tried to pull away from him. He still hadn’t spoken, but he shook me hard, adjusted his grip, and slapped once again. Then he just let go and walked away. I took a moment to recover my composure and then followed Jerry into the living room. He looked up from the couch and gestured for me to come to him.
“Cunt, remove your clothes and kneel before me , we need talk.” He watched closely as I followed his instructions. Once I was naked, and on my knees, Jerry began speak. “It’s been brought my attention by some of the members of our social circle that I treat you more like a wife than a cumdump. It’s true. Over the years, I’ve become lax in my role as your Lord and Master. From today forward, things around here are going to be better. There will be no confusion about what you are and what you are for.”
Jerry stood and looked down at . “From now , you do not wear any clothing of any kind in the house. You may not block your cumholes, ever. During your period, you will wear a diaper, even when you leave the house, and you will be punished for each day your base female nature denies . You must always show respect your Master, so when we are the same room, your head may not rise above the level of cock unless I instruct you otherwise. In public, you don’t have kneel, but you’ll be punished for failing show proper respect anyway” Jerry sat again, and I quickly bowed lower, so I was below cock level. Jerry gave a pat the hand. I’m a quick learner. “Also, you had an orgasm a couple of days ago. Female pleasure is a freak of nature and not necessary for you. I hope you enjoyed it because it was the last one you will ever have.”
A few hours later, I found myself naked and kneeling on the floor with my face buried in Jerry’s groin while he watched television. He decided I needed learn more attention him, so anytime I wasn’t doing something, I was look his cock. I’d already sucked him off a couple of times since dinner, and while he rested, I breathed in his smell and waited learn what was next for .
Once Jerry’s program ended, he roughly shoved my head away from him and stood, snapping his fingers to his side. It was the same command he used to get the to heel, so I crawled to his right side and waited, when I was position, he walked the bedroom, and I followed.
On the floor, next Jerry’s side of the bed, there was a mat, the kind sometimes used line kennels. “From now on, you sleep there. I shouldn’t have share anything with you. If I you night, you will wake immediately and tend . If I have your name more than once, you’ll be punished. Each offense will earn you 10 lashes your nipples. “ seemed totally unreasonable to me, and I started to say something when Jerry interrupted me. “A couple more rules for today cunt. First, from now on, you refer to me as Lord no matter where we are or who we are with. I will you whatever I wish, and you will respond immediately. Second, you may not speak unless spoken . There are no exceptions rule. Do you understand your new rules, cunt? “ I looked down the floor and said, “Yes, Lord.” Jerry smiled . “Good , now you will follow into the bathroom and hold cock your mouth while I take a shit. When I am finished, you’ll clean and then lick asshole, just make sure you do a good job. After , brush your teeth and go your bed. the morning I’ll explain your new diet and your new job.” Without thinking, I blurted out, “what new job!?” Jerry had his belt in his hands in seconds, and before I could apologize, delivered several blows back and ass before demanding I kneel up and expose udders for a beating.
A few minutes later, I was sobbing as I tried not gag from the smell as I knelt front of Jerry as he sat on the toilet. He patted on the head and chuckled as I gagged and cried the same time. “Cunt, this is your new life. Get used it.” night I was fucked the ass twice, drank Jerry’s piss once, and earned lashes each nipple. When I awoke the next morning, I saw the cane sitting on Jerry’s night table. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting with a smile on his face.
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Jerry Leaves Me With Mr.Michael
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Posted:Sep 20, 2019 3:05 pm
Last Updated:Nov 20, 2021 8:46 am 6220 Views
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Jerry sat on the end of the bed and watched as I packed the suitcases. He was leaving that afternoon for a business trip, and I was going to stay with Mr. Michael. I’m sure that some men leave their wives at home when they travel but not My Lord, Jerry. Whenever he travels, he always arranges for me to stay with friends, so I don’t forget my training. He could take me with him, but he likes to use the opportunity to fuck other women, and he says that I just get in the way. I don’t like knowing that he fucks other cunts, but I never say anything to him. I promised to accept his total authority over me. Questioning his actions is a good way to earn a severe punishment or even end up divorced. I finish packing and Jerry gestures for me to kneel between his spread legs. His cock is out, and he guides my mouth onto it and presses my face into his groin. He holds me in this position until I am struggling to breath before pulling back a bit. Then he fucks my mouth for a moment or two before pulling out and shooting cum all over my face. He doesn’t speak but instead snaps his fingers for me to follow him into the bathroom. I go through our normal morning routine. Jerry uses the facilities and then taps the last few drops of urine into my mouth before turning so I can lick his ass clean. Then I wait while Jerry showers. Afterward, I dry him off and help him dress. When he’s finished, I go to select my own clothes for the day, but Jerry stops me. “You don’t need any clothes today.”
Less than 30 minutes later, I am on my knees with Mr. Michael’s cock buried in my throat. He didn’t even wait for Jerry to pull out of the driveway before ordering me to suck his cock. I am trying to accommodate his particularly thick cock, b1ut it’s hard, and I am freezing cold and starting to shiver. Drool is pooling in my mouth, and I can feel it dripping on my tits. My throat is still sore from Jerry, and a particularly hard series of thrusts sends me into a choking fit. I try to pull off, but Mr. Michael will have none of that. His cock slides between my lips and down my throat despite my protests. Mr. Michael is skull fucking me on his front porch. His house is recessed from the street so no one can really see us, but it is cold outside, and I am naked. Mr. Michael roughly pulls his dick from my mouth and orders me into the house. I think the cold is getting to him too.
As soon as the door closes behind me, Mr. Michael puts his cock in my face once again. I obediently open wide, and he resumes his use of me. I can see his wife, Lily, watching from the next room. Like me, she is obedient to her husband. I’m sure she hates seeing this, but she won’t complain. If the past is any indication, she’ll be licking my pussy juice off of his cock soon enough. Finally, Mr. Michael pulls out and paints my face and tits with his cum. I suck on the tip of his cock to get the last couple of spurts, and he pats me on the head before walking away. I kneel on the floor for a moment before crawling after him. I’ve stayed here before, and I know Mr. Michael prefers that I am always nearby. It’s going to be a long weekend.
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Jerry and the Wedding Video
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Posted:Sep 17, 2019 9:02 am
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2021 1:41 pm 5508 Views
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Today is our anniversary, and Jerry wants to watch our wedding video.
He has watch the video every year remind of the vows I made him. Our church focuses worship around Genesis 3: “Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you.” All aspects of the faith are around that quote, especially weddings.
The wedding ceremonies at our church are a bit different than those performed at a more mainstream house of worship. First, only married women can attend church services at all, so the first time a bride even enters the sanctuary is at her wedding. The bride enters the sanctuary with her father, but as soon as she crosses the threshold, she must remove her gown, veil and any other clothing she may have worn. Then her father takes all of the clothing and throws it into a ceremonial fire. The bride does not know about any of this beforehand so sometimes, she will complain or fight and her father, or assigned father figure, will have to forcibly remove the gown. Once the gown and veil are in the fire, she kneels naked in front of the hearth and watches her gown burn to symbolize the last time she will cover her body without permission from her husband. Then, she crawls alone to the front of the room where her groom is waiting.
The bride then kneels before the groom, and the pastor says a few words, welcomes the guests, all the usual stuff before the groom makes his claim. The groom informs the bride from this point forward, he will assert his dominion over her. He informs her he will create an environment where she can fulfill her duties as a wife in the manner nature intended. Then it is the bride’s turn to make her vows. She promises to love her husband and honor his place as her superior. She promises to obey in all things and accept any corrections as he sees fit. She promises to never question his God given authority over her.
Once the claim and vows are made, the groom must mark his bride in some way. This part of the ceremony can vary a lot. I’ve seen brides spanked, whipped, and pissed-on. Once I even saw a bride tattooed right then and there. We all waited while the groom, a tattoo artist, put his initials on his soon to be wife. The video of my wedding to Jerry is at part of the ceremony now. I watch as Jerry forces his fat cock down my throat, skull fucking me in front of everyone, before pulling out to mark my face with his cum . I wasn’t allowed to wipe any of it off, so I spent the entire evening with dried jizz on my face.
I watch the rest of the video and think about how naïve I was then. That day I swallowed my first cock, and that night I was fucked in the pussy and in the ass for the first time. I licked my first dirty cock (after the ass ) and experienced my first real spanking. The next morning, I ate my breakfast covered in Jerry’s piss and started to realize what it meant to be a proper wife. Now, later, I watch my wedding video and think about how far I have come. I won’t lie and say I am comfortable. I am wearing weighted nipple clamps and have a rather large dildo in my ass. My body is covered in stripes from a recent whipping, and I can still taste Jerry’s ass. When the video ends, I will have hurry complete all my chores, but I know this is the life I am meant live and I am lucky.
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Saturday with Jerry
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Posted:Sep 12, 2019 1:24 pm
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2024 3:38 pm 5524 Views
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Saturday with Jerry
Today, Jerry has assigned an extra thirty minutes of hanging training. I’m bent over a stool and have 8 ounces of weights hanging off of each nipple. He’s in a mood this morning, so if they clamps fall off, I have start all over. I hate it, but I don’t complain. In public, we appear like any other couple, but in our relationship, Jerry is Lord, and he has total authority over me . This is how he likes it, and despite the restrictions and rules, so do I.
Jerry walks past and sets the weights swinging with his toes. I give him a mock dirty look, and he just laughs. I’m glad I made him smile. Yesterday, he had my clit pierced. The pain was incredible. I would have yelled if Jerry had not had the forethought pull the glass anal plug from ass and shove it into mouth. I had open wide protect my teeth, but there was no way to scream with the toy lodged in my throat. The piercer is a friend of Jerry’s and goes to our church, so he wasn’t fazed by the plug. The clit ring Jerry chose is huge, much bigger than I expected. I can feel the weight of it pull on clit hood when I move. I assume he will attach stuff to it once it heals a bit, but I’m not sure. Jerry will tell what he wants me to know. The aftercare instructions said no intercourse for a couple of weeks, but Jerry fucked me twice before dinner last night. He says a cunt that belongs him is different. I cried both times, but Jerry knows what is best. Besides, Jerry rinsed the piercing really well with hot water afterward, keep it nice and clean.
The timer goes off and Jerry comes check on me. I ask him for permission remove clamps, and he says “yes,” so I sit up and pull them off one a time. Then I thank Jerry and put the stool and weights away. The clit ring is making it hard for me to walk normally, but when I start to waddle, Jerry gives a slap on bare ass. Wives are supposed always look pretty, and waddling is not pretty. I try and walk normally as I head into the kitchen to start dinner. Some church friends are coming for dinner tonight. The other couples share Jerry’s values regarding the role of men so we can be ourselves around them. It’s nice because I can call Jerry “ Lord” like I am supposed without getting dirty looks.
I’m halfway through the dinner prep when I hear Jerry . He’s the bathroom and I hurry see what he needs. He’s just taken a piss and wants tap off on tongue. Jerry is not into piss but he knows I hate it so he does these little things remind of training and role our home. I lick the piss off his cock and then reach over and flush the toilet. Jerry tells me to stay where I am, crouched over the open toilet bowl. I can hear him pull his belt of his pants. Moments later, I get five strokes across ass. A couple of the strokes catch dangling clit ring, and the pain makes almost dizzy. When he is finished, he reminds I should not have be called come him when he’s the bathroom. He is right, or course. I should anticipate his needs like a proper wife. I apologize, and Jerry sends back the kitchen.
The dinner party is a success. Everyone enjoyed the food, and Jerry showed new piercing his friends. The other ladies and I chatted the kitchen while the Men ate and then Jerry offered me his friend Michael. Most of the men our church don’t share, but Michael is like family, so Jerry lets him use from time time. Michael’s wife hates it. She has small tits, so Michael enjoys playing with big udders for a change. Also, I gag a lot which Michael really enjoys.
After our guests left, Jerry fucked the ass before heading bed. He was quick about it. The pounding aggravated both bruised ass and swollen clit, but Jerry let lick his cock first which I really appreciated. I was up until almost midnight cleaning up. When I finally went bed, I accidently woke Jerry up. He was too sleepy to really punish , so he just fucked mouth and then made sleep on the bare floor. I thanked him for the and curled up try and get some sleep.
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