What’s it really like when you find out your SO, your wife, is fucking another guy? When you realize that the last few years have been a lie? When you learn you’ve been a cuck? If they had done this together, you think, it would have been fine, but the fact she did it, cheated on him, betrayed him, wrecked his faith in their relationship, well, that was just unforgivable.
He can’t say that he has been entirely pure here. There have been a number of women he has met, and known, over the last few years he would have loved to fuck, but he didn’t. He had her at home, someone to come home to, to be with, to love, to have sex with, regularly, great sex. Then he found out she wasn’t waiting for him, she had a guy on the side. It was so simple, the way he found out, he undressed her and she had gotten careless.
There were times when he would make a sexual advance and she would indicate no, not the time, but not often. He always respected that. He came up behind her that evening, kissed her neck, gently took hold of her breasts, squeezing her nipples. She loves that. He lifted her skirt, as he nuzzled her neck, then put a thumb under the band of her panties, pulling them down, they fell to her ankles. She didn’t object, then suddenly, something changed. She stiffened up, and told him, no, not then.
Something glistened as she moved, it caught his eye. He looked down and there, in her panties, was the unmistakable evidence. Her panties were wet, not with her juice, but with a gob of pearly white cum. He spun her around, quickly, threw her dress up and there was further evidence, a streak rolling down her legs, leaking from her unfaithful cunt!
An instant of revelation. That was why when he came home late some nights there was the smell of air freshener. The dog she said, no, it wasn’t, it was to cover up the smell of her infidelity. She was fucking some asshole in his home! How fucking long had this been going on? Fuck, he was fucking angry. Not the explosive rage of the perpetual angry, but a cold, deep rage of the betrayed.
He turned away, not saying anything, headed for the bedroom. He grabbed a suitcase from the top of the robe, then started throwing clothes into it. She followed him, pleading but he was so angry he didn’t even hear her. She pulled at his shoulder, he spun around. He’d never raised his hand to anyone before, ever! He did this time. He slapped her! He hit her hard! In his rage he lost it! She fell onto the bed and he lost himself to his anger. She was lying on her stomach, dazed from his slap. He grabbed a belt and then her arms pulling them together. He bound them, not caring if he was hurting her further or not.
He took another belt and tied a leg to a bed post, then as she roused to find herself being bound to the bet, she tried to kick him, he grabbed her other leg and slapped her ass, hard. He was able to reach his last belt and tied her other leg to the other bed post. He dress had flared up and he knew she wasn’t wearing her panties, so he threw it up over her back.
“You want to fuck!” He cried, she started to whimper then made mewling sounds, as he slapped her bare ass again. She squealed so he grabbed a pair of socks and slapped her ass, with all the strength he could muster. When she screamed her pain, he shoved the socks into her mouth. Her legs were immobile, her upper body wasn’t. He looked at the ass, hand prints showing up where he had slapped it, that fine ass, shapely, soft skinned ass, the one that always turned him on. He felt his arousal, his cock growing hard. He pussy was leaking semen now, inflamed and really aroused. He looked at her face, there was real fear in her eyes but there was also something else.
He slapped her ass again, and she was shocked by it! Why she was, he didn’t understand, he had already slapped her several times. If he had another belt, he would have used that, he knew. All he could do was use his hands, so he did and with every slap, she screamed into the sock and his dick got harder. He slapped her ass again and again until it was almost completely red. His dick was so hard now, so constrained by his clothing, he had to let it out! He opened his slacks and it fell out, so hard it was pointing at the bedroom ceiling. He slapped her ass again, her cries and screams were being broken by something else, something she was trying to say. He slapped her, she screamed “UUUUKKKK EEEEEE!”
“WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU SCREAMING ABOUT?” He shouted as he slapped her ass.
“UUUUKKKK EEEEEE!”
“FUCK ME! IS THAT WHAT YOU’RE SAYING?”
“AAIIRRRR!” She cried, nodding.
His dick was so hard, it needed release so he obliged. He lay on her red, red ass and poked his cock into her pussy. Fuck! She is so fucking wet! He didn’t know if it was her natural arousal or the cum of whomever deposited it there.
“”Oh! You fucking love this don’t you!”
“AAIIIRRRRR!” She cried again, nodding furiously. Then he saw the unmistakable signs of her orgasm. The fucking slut was cumming as soon as his cock rammed inside her fuck hole! Well, he was going to show her. He pulled out, she cried her disappointment. He disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and was back in a moment or two with a bottle of oil.
He spread the cheeks of her ass with one hand and sprayed oil onto her ass with the other. He dropped the bottle, then wiped his hand over his cock. “It really felt like you fucked me in the ass today!” He told her, “Well you’re now going to find out what it’s like!” She screamed into the sock, shook her head but he just ignored her. He positioned himself over her asshole and with one hand holding his cock, he aimed at her puckered opening.
He nudged the hole with his prong, “Relax slut! You’re getting this whether you like it or not.” He just didn’t care, he was in a dominant position and he was going to fuck her in the ass. He prodded again and her asshole was tightly shut. She wasn’t going to make this easy, he thought.
He started slapping her ass again, hard. “Relax your ass, bitch!” Slap! Slap! “I’m gunna fuck it!” Slap! Slap! “Or would you prefer,” Slap! Slap! “Your big dildo!” Slap! Slap! “OOOOOO!” He heard, knowing the dildo is much bigger than his cock. Slap! Slap! “Well, relax your ass, you fucking slut!” Slap! SLAP! He saw her slump, and as he repositioned himself, he held his cock and aimed it right at her brown rosebud.
He felt, rather than saw, his knob slide into her hole. He felt a strong, wide rubber band like tightness around his cock and heard her moans of pain and what may have been lust. It was sliding in easily, she had relaxed her asshole, he thought, how the fuck did she do that? Didn’t matter, he was fucking her in the ass, something she had never let him do before, but he wasn’t asking.
He had no idea if this was what was supposed to happen, do normal couples fuck like this? He pumped his cock in and out of her asshole, listening to her cries, unsure whether they were cries of pain or delightful pleasure. Either way, he didn’t care, if it was pain, she fucking deserved it, he thought. He just continued to fuck her, hard, painfully. He was so angry he wasn’t going to cum anytime soon.
Holding her, he felt again the trembles and shakes she would get when she was about to cum. She’s cumming again? This is fucking outrageous! He’s basically raping her, destroying her ass and she’s gunna cum? He could see tears on her face, hearing her muffled cries and she was having an orgasm? He could feel her muscle snap as she groaned through the socks. Fuck this! He pulled his cock out of her ass before she finished and felt her cries of frustration as she lost it. He grabber her ass, squeezed hard, and on letting go, he slapped it again and again! Grabbing her hips, he pulled them upwards, dragging her face along the bed he saw the socks were pulled out, she gasped and took a huge breath.
“GO ON! FUCK ME! RAPE MY CUNT!”
“I am going to you worthless slut!” He pushed his cock right into her pussy, straight out of her ass. He didn’t care if there was any shit on his dick, or that it would be deposited in her cunt. He was just going to rape her cunt as she demanded!
“YES I AM A WORTHLESS SLUT! FUCK ME! PROVE IT! FUCK ME HARD!” she yelled at him.
He pounded into her, he fucked her hard! His dick was so swollen, hard like it had never been hard before. He gripped her hips with all his strength, digging his fingers into her so hard she cried out in pain. He knew she was going to be battered and bruised tomorrow, but he was demonstrating his anger, his rage to her in a way she would never forget.
“FUCK ME! FUCK ME! RAPE MY CUNT!” So he did, he fucked her hard, repeatedly pounding her pussy, without any consideration of her. He had never behaved like this before, but he wasn’t going to stop. His anger gave him a strength he never knew he had. From that strength, he had a power to dominate in a way he never knew he could. He was completely remorseless, indifferent to her comfort, her need, her well being and this set the inner beast in him free. He felt her shake and shudder but it didn’t matter, he was just fucking her in the most ruthless manner he could. She screamed as another orgasm shook her, he didn’t care. He just kept fucking her.
She again moaned and cried her orgasm, the delight mixed with the pain of her arms being tied, her body essentially immobilized, trapped to be his toy, his plaything. She didn’t care either. For her, this was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. It was painful, it was degrading to be fucked in the ass like that, but she knew, in her heart, that she deserved it. She was a worthless trollop, not deserving of the love given her by this man she had so dreadfully hurt. She accepted her punishment, and would do so again, for him, for her penance to him. She wanted to be degraded, to be made to feel what she really was, worthless, nothing more than a cheap fucking whore.
Somehow, she knew he wasn’t going to cum, he was going to continue to humiliate her. He pulled out of her, her pussy throbbing with the pleasure he had given her, her body pulsing with the slaps, the finger grips, her face sore from his slap, but she deserved it all, she told herself, for being the tart she really was. She felt a leg freed from restrain and his hands roughly grab her clothing, tossing her over onto her back, her arms trapped underneath her. She was nude only from the waist down, he hadn’t removed any of her clothing, apart from her panties when all this started.
He threw her loose dress over her face so she couldn’t see what he was doing, but it didn’t matter. She felt the sting of another slap, on her hip, then her thigh then the other side as called her all the names he could think of, names she knew she deserved. She knew she was a worthless piece of shit, just as her father told her, every time he fucked her. “Just like your mother, a slut, fucking worthless,” her father would say. She wanted to be better, but she didn’t know how. She tried, she had given her husband two years of herself, but she couldn’t maintain it, she had to fuck anyone who looked even remotely sexy. She was looking for someone who could be her true master. Maybe she had married him already!
Her dress had slipped down as she felt the stings of his slaps and verbal abuse, over and over. All she could do was agree. Then she cried, “Make me your worthless slut Master!” He stopped slapping her, surprised at her comment. “I can be a good slut for you, my Master,” she pleaded, “I will do anything you want Master. I will fuck anyone you tell to, any man, any woman, even the dog if it pleases you Master! But please, I beg you, don’t leave me!” In that moment, she understood that this is what she wanted from him, why she failed to remain faithful. She wanted him to dominate her, to be her true Master. Her tears rolled down her face as she pleaded with him to be her Master.
Her pleading was so strong, he felt the truth of her words. She cannot be left alone, he thought, she wouldn’t survive. He stopped slapping her, his anger not gone, but under control now. She wasn’t complaining about his treatment of her, she actually welcomed it! What the fuck? What the fuck was wrong with her?
“Cum on my face, Master, if that pleases you,” she cried, her tears showing real fear of being left alone, “Cum in my mouth, Master!” She’d never let him do that before, he thought, never happened. She wasn’t good at sucking, he knew, and she had never considered allowing him to shoot his load into her mouth. “Let me be your worthless slut!”
Why had this never come out before? How did he miss her being such a submissive? “You would be my slave?” He demanded.
“Yes Master, your slave!” There was a shadow of hope in there now.
“You would fuck anyone I tell you to?” He asked, harshly.
“Yes, Master, anyone or anything!”
“You want me to cum all over you?”
“Yes Master,” she replied, “I am your worthless slut.”
He stood on the side of the bed and pulled her face to the edge. “I’m going to fuck your face. Then I’m going to cum all over it.”
“Yes Master. Please!” she replied.
He pulled her head into the right position, and drove his cock into her mouth. He fucked her face, without any thought to her at all. He wasn’t going to cum anytime soon, but she was gagging as he rammed the back of her throat. He certainly didn’t want her to throw up all over him, or his bed, so he pulled out and masturbated, pulling his cock until he felt the rise of his excitement. Without warning he plunged his cock into her mouth, his first shot filling it, he pulled out of her mouth and his second shot flew onto her nose and over her chin, landing on her jumper. His third shot was small, but there was lots of it and it landed on her upturned face, dribbling into her eyes. She cried out with the sting of it, but he didn’t pay any attention.
“Shut up!” He ordered, she did. “I’m going to untie you. When you are standing, you are to strip naked. You will only dress when I tell you to. Break this rule and I will punish you. Understand!”
“Yes, Master,” she whimpered.
“You will do everything I tell you!”
“Yes, Master!”
“Without argument! Without fail!”
“Yes, Master.”
He opened the second belt on her leg, then rolled her over, undoing the belt that held her arms. She rolled to the edge of the bed and basically fell off. Her arms were so sore from being bound and then her lying on them she could barely move them. She struggled to get her clothes off, but she did and while it was obvious his slapping her, his rough treatment of her had hurt her, she was trying to follow every order as quickly as she could. Soon, she was naked before him, her eyes downcast.
He looked at her, fuck she was a fucking sexy woman, great tits, good hips, a nice, lightly furred pussy trimmed regularly, great ass. Her face was covered in his cum, it was in her hair, dribbling onto her tits. “Go and get in the bath,” he ordered her, “Do not try to clean yourself! I’ll be with you soon.”
“Yes Master!” She turned and went towards the bathroom.
He couldn’t believe just what he was thinking right then. Stripping the rest of his clothes off, he reached for his own bathrobe. Putting it on, her went back to the kitchen and opened the big bottle of orange juice. He started swigging it, straight out of the plastic bottle. He drank as much as his stomach could hold. Waited a few more minutes.
He went to the bathroom, saw her sitting in the bath, shivering in the cold. He wasn’t making this easy for her at all. She hadn’t tried to wash any of the moisture off herself. “Good, little slut. You did as you were told.” He would have sworn she preened at his complimenting her following his orders. “Now, look at me and do not move! Move and I will strap you!” Fear. “Understand!” he said, harshly.
“Yes, Master!”
“Just remember that, slut!” He opened his robe, took hold of his tool and aimed it at her face. He relaxed the muscles controlling his bladder and a strong stream of yellow piss flowed out from his cock. It missed the side of her face, he adjusted his aim and it flowed over her forehead. She had closed her eyes just as it hit her on the shoulder, but she didn’t move, he said nothing. He continued to pee over her face. she just sat there and took it.
She felt the hot stream of his piss hit her shoulder then move onto her forehead. She had closed her eyes, but that didn’t completely prevent the sting of his pee. She wanted to cry out, but refused to, staying stock still. She knew she deserved this humiliation. She had fucked another guy today, betraying his trust, she deserved everything she got. The difficult part about this was that she was having the greatest evening of her life. She was loving being slapped, shocked with the first slap, but every nerve in her body lit up. When he fucked her ass and her pussy she experienced the most intense orgasms ever. She was humiliated with him shooting over her face, not being allowed to clean it off and now, sitting in the bath, humiliated further by getting pissed on, yet she was on the verge of cumming again.
When he was finished, he shook his dick and said, “Suck me, clean my cock!” He stepped a little closer to the bath. She leaned out, towards him, opening her eyes, and took his limp dick in her hand. She then engulfed it with her mouth.
Her humiliation was complete. She accepted her role. She was nothing more than a worthless slut, a piece of shit deserving of all this degradation. Her father knew it, now her husband knows it. He pulled back and looked at her, covered in piss and cum. If anyone had said he would be doing this to anyone, let alone the woman he loved, he would have thought them mad. He ordered her to shower, clean herself, properly, dry herself, then prepare his dinner. She acquiesced, getting out of the bath tub and into the shower. He closed his robe and left her.
In moments, she was under the shower, fingers inside her pussy, her other hand rubbing her clit, furiously. She had the feeling of an approaching orgasm in moments and seconds later she was awash with the feeling of another wonderful orgasm. She was weak at the knees and just collapsed onto the floor of the shower, the water running over her body, her head. She didn’t cry, she wasn’t saddened, she exulted at how he had made her feel. Some time later, she came out of the bedroom, after drying herself, her hair, wearing a bathrobe. He took a look at her then slapped her, hard. “I didn’t tell you to dress.”
“Sorry Master, sorry!” she groveled immediately removing the robe.
He thought for a moment, then said, “You will remain naked, at all times. You may wear panties only when on a period. You may only dress when leaving the house. You may not leave the house unless ordered to, for any reason. Understand?”
She nodded, “Yes Master. Naked all the time, unless on a period, stay indoors.”
“Yes.” He looked her over then understood the power he now has over her. He knew that he was changed. He knew that he was completely in charge of another person, she would do exactly as he ordered. Such power is an aphrodisiac, he thought, feeling the lust growing in his loins. Oh, she was going to earn her keep, he thought. She is a beautiful woman, I wonder how much I could get for her if she fucks for money.
Then his insight grew, his power was absolute and it had already changed him. It was going to corrupt him, he knew, if he let it run unchecked. Maybe it already had. He was just not the same person he was just two hours ago.
“Now, who’s semen was inside you today?”
Without hesitation she answered, “Your brother’s, Master!”
He gasped, the fucking prick! He thought. Well, I’ll fix his little red wagon. After that, he won’t be any kind of problem.
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