Mornings with Jerry
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Posted:Sep 9, 2019 1:39 pm
Last Updated:Nov 20, 2021 8:48 am 5087 Views
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The weights attached to my nipple clamps swayed as I moved around the kitchen. Jerry watched from the table, chuckling when I moved a bit fast and sent one of the heavy weights flying. He had increased the weights from eight ounces to twelve ounces that morning and I was still getting accustomed to the change. I have large tits but flat nipples. When I first met Jerry, he informed me that I would have to do something about that. He likes to play with my nipples, clamp them, bite them, whip them, etc. and flat nipples make those things more difficult. Anything that makes like difficult for Jerry makes life difficult for me.
Now, I have a daily maintenance routine that keeps the girls swollen and hard almost all the time. When I get up, I use a suction device on each nipple for thirty minutes. When I wake Jerry up in the morning, he pulls off the suction cups and applies the weighted clamps. I kneel on all fours, letting my udders dangle below me, the teats pulled down by gravity and the weights. After another thirty minutes or so, I am allowed to stand, but the weighted clamps stay on until Jerry pulls them off or leaves for work. That is why I am standing in the kitchen with a twelve ounce fishing weight attached to each nipple.
I serve Jerry his breakfast and clean up the kitchen while he eats, then I follow him upstairs to the bathroom. Each morning, I kneel in front of him with his cock in my mouth while he uses the toilet. Sometimes he pisses down my throat, but usually I am spared that indignity. Today he finishes quickly, and I hurry to wipe him clean. First with paper and then with my tongue. When we first got together, Jerry didn’t make me lick his asshole, but a couple of times I was not as diligent as I should have been about wiping him, so he added the rimming as an incentive me to do a better job. Jerry is not a sadist, but he expects me to not act like a selfish cunt and pay attention to his needs. Licking a dirty asshole is an efficient way to remind me of my place and my priorities.
Once Jerry is finished bathing and dressing, it is my turn. He yanks the clamps off my tits and then usually leaves me alone to dress. I get to choose what I wear, but there are rules: no pants, no underwear. Bras are allowed, but my nipples have to be obvious through my top. Jerry likes a woman to be very feminine so make-up and styled hair are a must. I usually wear a high heeled shoe because I know Jerry likes them. I dress quickly. I can hear Jerry moving around downstairs, he’s leaving for work soon, and if I want a ride, I better be at the door when he opens it. Jerry had me give up my driver’s license when I moved in with him. He thinks that too much freedom gives women foolish ideas. Before I leave the bedroom, I walk over to my “table” to see what Jerry has left for me. Each day, he puts an object of some sort on a small side table that I must either wear or use. Today, it’s a fairly long set of glass anal beads. I know Jerry pretty well. The beads mean that I’m getting fucked in the ass sometime today and probably by more than one man. There isn’t any lube on the table, so I quickly squat over the glass toy and use my body weight to force it deep into my dry asshole. The pain is intense. Each sphere on the toy is at least 2 inches in diameter, and there are five of them. I try to keep the grunting and crying to a minimum. Jerry says that making unpleasant noises is unfeminine and shows a lack of gratitude. Poor manners are a sure fire way to earn a whipping. Once the toy is seated, I gingerly make my way down the stairs, trying not to waddle.
Jerry smiles at me as I approach him and then pats me on the ass as he walks toward the car. He doesn’t speak to me as I climb into the passenger seat. Once we arrive at work, he gives me a kiss on the cheek before heading toward his office in the executive suite. I turn to walk toward the stairs when Jerry calls to me across the lobby, “Check your calendar.” I pull out my phone and look at the calendar app. There is a new appointment. Apparently, at lunchtime, I am going to get my clit pierced.
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Life with My Lord
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Posted:May 10, 2019 9:10 pm
Last Updated:Nov 20, 2021 8:49 am 4807 Views
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On the day I married My Lord, I learned what it meant to be a proper wife. When My Lord asked me to marry him, we’d been dating for only a few weeks, but I knew he was the one for me. He was such an old fashioned gentleman. He was well-mannered, decisive, interesting, everything I could want. We did not have sex before we married. My Lord (although, at the time I called him Jerry) explained that he believed that men needed to guide females in a relationship to establish proper roles and good communication. This included the man’s dominion over sex. Although I am well educated and have an established career, I appreciated his old-fashioned ways.
Once I accepted My Lord’s proposal, he informed me that the wedding would happen in just a few weeks and that he would plan everything. I remember asking about inviting friends and family, but My Lord explained that he would decide who was invited and that I should stop trying to assert authority. He was very annoyed with me, so I remained silent on the topic after that. My Lord even selected my gown. It was a 1950’s style tea length dress, but the neckline plunged almost all the way to my waist. I am a big girl with very large tits (breasts are for chickens, females have tits, udders, fuckbags, etc.) so the dress barely contained me. My Lord seemed to like it, so I just smiled and thanked him for choosing such a lovely dress.
On my wedding day, I still didn’t know what to expect. My Lord sent a car to take me to the venue, it appeared to be some kind of gentlemen’s club. Lots of wood and dark green fabric. When I walked in, I saw My Lord and maybe a dozen other men. My Lord hurried to greet me and then gave me the first of the many rules I would follow from that day forward. He kissed me on the cheek and then reached into the deep neckline of my dress and pulled out my udders in front of everyone! I was mortified and tried to pull away, but My Lord grabbed me by my hair and hissed at me to stop embarrassing him in front of his friends. Then he pushed me to the floor and explained rules one and two.
One: Udders always exposed at home, at the club, and on command.
Two: At home and at the club, I am to drop to my knees and either kneel or crawl when men are present.
A moment later I was pulled to my knees, and a minister conducted the ceremony. As soon as the license was signed, My Lord used me for the first time. He shoved me onto my hands and knees, lifted my skirts, pulled down my panties and fucked my in the ass, dry. I screamed and tried to crawl away, but the minister held me down while my marriage was consummated. My Lords cock felt like it was going to tear me in two as he forced his way into my tight asshole. I had never had anal sex before that day so you can imagine how shocked I was. My Lord is a kind man, and he finished quickly, shooting a huge load of hot jizz deep into me before roughly pulling out. The minister helped me back to my knees and turned me, so I was staring straight at My Lords cock. It was covered in blood, cum, and other substances. He stepped forward and told me to suck it clean. I started to protest, but the minister reached around and held my jaw open while My Lord pressed his dirty cock into my mouth. The taste was awful, and I gagged, but My Lord just shoved it in and out, cleaning himself on my tongue. While he face-fucked me, he explained rule number three.
Three: A female’s mouth is meant to suck cock. I will suck any cock presented to me, anytime, anywhere. When a man cums in my mouth, I will show him the cum, swallow, and say Thank you.
Finally, My Lord finished and stepped away, leaving me on the floor, tits out, dress around my waist, blood and cum leaking from my asshole. He then told me to say “Thank you “ to the minister for his assistance. I meekly obeyed, and My Lord smiled at me proudly before shoving my discarded panties into my mouth. He told me that he knew I would learn to be an excellent wife.
Then, My Lord stepped away and gestured for me to follow him toward the side of the room. I started to stand, but a quick slap and a firm shove reminded me of rule two. Next to the wall was a wooden contraption made up of a beam of wood, sanded to a point, like a triangular. The wood sat on three foot high metal supports at each end. It was quite lovely, maybe maple or cherry. As I looked at it, I noticed manacles welded to each end. My Lord looked at me and explained that the device was a wooden pony and my wedding gift. He helped me stand and then lifted me over the device. At once, the pointed edge dug into my cunt. My lord let go of me, and I had to grab onto the beam for balance. My legs were too short to touch the ground so, my entire body weight was supported by my pussy. My Lord reached under my skirts and pulled my pussy lips wide so the beam could dig into my clit and cunt. Then he attached the manacles to my feet and ankles before walking away. I remained on that pony for the rest of the evening. The pain was overwhelming, but eventually, I went numb. My Lord and his friends enjoyed a nice dinner, and there were several toasts for the happy couple. At the end of the evening, My Lord released me from the pony, and I crawled after him to the waiting car. We arrived at My Lord’s house, and he took me upstairs, fucked my bloody and swollen cunt before falling asleep. I lay next to him, still in my dress, not sure what would come next. Finally, I fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up and My Lord was gone, but the wooden pony was waiting at the end of the bed.
Fast forward five years later. I am in the basement, riding my pony. I’ve been down here for a couple of hours. My Lord has made a few improvements. He’s installed hooks into the ceiling so my hands can be suspended above my head and small eyebolt in the beam so he can clamp my nipples or clit to keep me from moving too much. Tonight is his poker night, he wants to make sure I am ready to service his friends. My nipples are clamped to one-pound weights, and a large plug fills my asshole. A few hours on the pony ensures that I don’t accidently enjoy myself. I am still learning to be a proper wife.
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Everyday Life
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Posted:Mar 4, 2019 11:48 am
Last Updated:Apr 7, 2024 3:33 pm 5077 Views
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When Peri came home from work each day , she followed a very specific routine. She entered the house and knelt by the door, fully dressed until Sir approached and gave her the signal to disrobe. As she removed each piece of clothing, she handed it to Sir for storage. Sir took each item and locked it into either the clean clothes box or the dirty clothes box. Peri had no direct access to clothing since, as a female, she was forbidden from covering herself without Sir’s permission. Once completely naked, Peri stood up, crossed her arms over her head and arched her back to make sure her udders were readily available. Sir, doubled his belt and asked her the question. “Peri, why are you being punished.” Peri offered the same reply “ I am being punished because I wore a bra today. In direct violation of the rule that no female has the right to deny any Male direct access to her udders or holes.” Sir nodded with approval before striking each udder five times with his belt.
Ever since Peri started her new job, and had to start wearing a bra to contain her enormous tits, this had been the routine. The pain never lessened, she always screamed as the belt came down on her tortured flesh. Peri’s udders were always red and swollen from the daily thrashing. New bruises overlapping with the older ones. These daily beatings with a belt, combined with Sir’s normal training and corrections with hands, rods, canes, and floggers meant that Peri’s udders were always throbbing with pain. Even the slightest touch or bump send waves of pain through her entire torso.
When Sir finished, he presented the belt to Peri. She kissed the instrument of her torture before dropping to her knees to kiss Sir’s crotch and then the ground in front of his feet in greeting. When the daily ritual was finished, Peri to her feet and started to walk toward the kitchen, Sir liked an early dinner. Before she stepped of reach, Sir grabbed a nipple and twisted it until the pain forced the cunt to her knees. Sir smiled his female, “By the way, tomorrow I will leave some panties for you to wear. I want to see if we can’t make your clit as lovely as your udders.”
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